Blood and tears by the day we weep
At the hands of a master with whip in hand.
Giving just enough so his slaves may eat
While keeping them cast in this purgatory land.
From towers of ivory they cackle at our fear
That their purse strings of velvet they may cinch.
Leaving us victim to the profits held so dear
Unwilling to contort even an inch.
O’ the horrors of the indentured organizing for their rights
How terrible and unpatriotic they must be.
To want a fair wage and sleep peacefully at night
Instead of worrying that their jobs just might flee.
Capitalists claim it’s the best of both worlds
That the profits trickle down to the masses.
With a grin on their faces lies they do hurl
Condemning the poor and middle classes.
Those that buy in are the ones they most harm
Afraid to speak out for what is fair.
Choosing to smile and nod with a charm
That sloughs it all off with no care.
They lie to themselves that all’s as it should be
No better system exists on this earth.
While the master ships our jobs away overseas
This shows how little we are worth.
Who is unpatriotic where their loyalty is concerned
The capitalist driven by power and greed.
Or is it the captive dying for all he has earned
Just to live and his family to feed.
In nearly two and half centuries very little has changed
Money and class are still rules of the day.
This is how unjustly our system is arranged
The affluent would have it no other way.
So pull close your wife, husband, daughter and son
For the ride may get bumpier as we go.
Unless we fight back then the master–he has won
Then ever less is all we’ll have to show.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~