Broken (Final Part)

Broken is the voice you raise, thwarted are the dreams you dreamt…
Running in a con-man maze, ideas and thoughts – not exempt…

Broken is the system – with crimes, mimes and deception…
Broken is the society – feeding lies, alibis since our inception…

Money kills the Samaritan, let’s cut the trees for our construction…
We are all Americans, building blocks for our own destruction…

They’ll pump you and then dump you, hold you back on your chase…
They’ll outrank and out-jump you, mute all the voices you raise…

A slave till the grave – keep slogging, working class hero – you’re deluded…
Come on now, be brave – keep jogging, there is no such thing as convoluted…

Looted is the innocence, the peace. Don’t lose all your hope today mate!
Pay that rent, mortgage or the lease, always on time – not a day late.

When they say hate, you show love, ain’t nothing better than giving back…
When they push back – you act tough, being pretentious is your only hack…

You drag the lag till it stops bleeding, feeding lies to The Man who’s eating…
You’re down to your knees – pleading, seeding ideas to a dead man’s meeting…

The hopes are down – punched and kicked, surrounded by noise and masquerade…

You were not the chosen, not the picked. A mute spectator in a crap parade.

Spine is what we lack – to react, To act on the BS and take the power back…
As a matter of fact, we’re whack, not to look at the signs, symptoms and tracks.

So pump your fist up, show of hands in the time of resistance…
Write your list up, don’t divide lands – find the way of persistence…

A slap to the face, let’s cut to the chase, and pace up for next generation…
It’s all down to the race, which you’ll face, while you brace up for annihilation…

Degeneration of the values we had, realising too late that too much could’ve be done…
What you do and how you react, would decide if the next war is won.

The sun is burning, wheels are churning, it’s our passing and their destination…
What’s the lesson that kids are learning? Fake lives, Fake smiles and fake salutation.

A nation – alone, moan to change, claiming climate change is simply weather…
It’s weird to some, it really is strange, why the hell are we not working together?

It’s better to deviate, let’s mediate – the profit with lives being mislaid…
Let’s just not feed the hate, in times when leaders talk only when they’re paid.

But who am I to say? Just some guy stuck in today’s game of power…
Where am I to stay? When the air I breathe spews death by the hour.

Sour is the fact. we have nothing to show but facts, no token…
We’ve got to act, let’s start by acknowledging what’s broken.

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