Democracy , the market , and human rights coming off lips,
when you hear them its not hard to visualize the misery coming following the falling of the chips
Orwell in a swoon
The science proves there's a man in the moon.
The undercover anxiety sexing up the slaughter
at the meeting of the bought out and the buyer
The blues of birth in fields of export crops
The hierarchy hanging high while the blood drops.
Reporters asking questions
But nobody's 'fessin
Eyes coming out of the pockets
Ignition switches busted off rockets
The news without an echo chamber
Regulated by persons with the higher caliber.
Blood poured on silos
By persons tired of singing solo
Imprisoned for their symbolism
Surviving by their nimbleism.
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