ravening masses rise up and upset

each calibrated thread of our safety net

ripping to tear our only lifelines

ignoring the purpose each one defines

because in fear and ignorance we hate

and it is by those conditions our egos relate

so we bind ourselves in hopeless rages

describing our struggles at various stages

tie to the wind each hovering blast

of frustration by which our fortitude will last

setting a seal on all our worn-out agendas

while new realities reveal tawdry splendors

and yet there is nothing new to this

we spoil all our gifts then mourn what we miss

and ravening masses riled and frightened

spill the load some backbone would have lightened

as in the beginning so in the end

we get back far less than the outlay we spend

to survive the wreck of our daily bread once common

by corporate gangsters and their henchmen

good luck to these fed-up attempting to rout the machine

one well-placed finger in a socket will make it careen

off its rails and who knew this generation would live to see

this fundamental change of the guard come to be?

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