The scarred Marks forever never leaving,
Break your back for a little loaf of bread.
Our nature: The greed; Always deceiving,
With change: To freedom we can be led.
Letting the working class love their chains,
The upper class decorate them with flowers,
Pick and throw them; Exorcize the Specters.
Who is the man telling us that we can,
Separate us from our passions and creations?
All in order only to further their plan.
Cull the flower; Embrace liberation.
Time to change, educate and use our brains.
Empty work keeping us in poverty.
Alienation; Making us a commodity.

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