All hail this capitalist perversion.
Where everything has its price.
Consume it all and don’t think twice.
It’s all part of the diversion.
So frail, this democratic delusion.
Where people vote to have a voice,
Believing that they have a choice.
But it’s all just an illusion.
For sale, is a nation in division.
Where politicians tell their lies,
With hopes that you won’t realize
That it’s never your decision.
It won’t be safe to drink the rain,
Or use the plants from fruited plains.
They’ll own the water and the food
And soon enough,
They’ll own you to.