I heard on the state news
That your news is fake
That some other landholders
Own most of the stake
In their chokehold
Of holdings
Is taking its toll
On the working class
Progeny’s
Dreams that they stole
And so naturally
There I go
Seeking the enemy
Finding it’s simply
A credit card’s
Spending spree
Taking the shape
Of transferable currency
Zeroes and ones
Some ethereal
Sons
And their guns
Still outnumber,
Outweigh us in tons
But the Huns at the gates
And the wolves at the door
Just belie
The real causus belli
For the war
That is racking up debt
And attacking the poor
And still cornering markets
In one single store
With the rest of us
Hungry
And thirsty
For more