Signing Away Our Souls
Swear there's
So much
Information
That we're missing the
Warning signs...
...And with little
Trepidation
We ask witlessly
Where's
The line...
...As we're signing our
Souls
Away for a song,
All riding the backs
Of a hustling throng
Of mechanic bulls
With a hi tech
Program.
...At the heart of
It all...
At the depth of
This scam
Is the sad, sorry fact
That our will to fit in
Disables our senses,
Planting us
On a limb for
Corporate oppressors, and
The soul hunting few
Who live off the poor,
Watching their blood
Exude, and slide
Down the gutters
With a perverse delight...
Swear there's
So much
Information
That we're missing the
Warning signs...
...And with little
Trepidation
We ask witlessly
Where's
The line.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
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