Why do we work for the Overlord of Stars?
Slave in a way for fancy clothes and cars.
In a way a slave for a cornucopia of scars.
In a few decades they’ll just ship us off to Mars.
Politicians spout debate on their themes and allegory,
Assumed a good citizen, but don’t be fooled by smoky history
That convinces us to commit a spur of the moment felony.
They’ll do naught but kick your ass and cap you like a salary.
Kids of the earth, jaws busted, bones dusted,
Years of regret, their slights are left unjusted,
Pushed under the rug, forgotten till they’re rusted,
Sprinkled untold like a poison on our fingerful of custard.
Will you grab the mantle, white-male hetero?
Be the Earth’s saviour: “Legendary Hero”,
Pull the human race from the hole in the zero,
Or simply stand as the strawman-like scarecrow.
So much left untold and ungiven.
Doomed to unlife in society’s prison.
Waiting till God brings a 7 tailed-whip for the driven,
And hold back our siblings that forgive the unforgiven.