Are we as in the days of yore
Too blind to see that we’re yet poor?
Though swimming in apparent wealth
Our lives are hollowed out by stealth.
To wit we’re sold a bill of goods
And robbed of hope from childhood.
Taught to bow before the throne
Where every king is but a drone.
The time is nigh to rise and see
That you and I, we need not be
Bought and sold by clever spin
Ne’er to see the light again.