Can you fix problems such as these?
They play tricks and do as they please;
With a mixture of money and power,
They strip away our basic rights with ease.

But who funds them in this dark hour?
Can we condemn those we devour;
Those titans that stem from corrupt ideals,
To leave us poor, broken and deflowered.

To whom would they possibly kneel?
They’ve bought our meek souls at a steal;
Priced by a book that told us we were weak,
To deal with the world however you feel.

Why take advice that is so bleak?
Rustic words from an old antique;
“Suffer now,” the book says, “it’s the technique!”
“In Death you will obtain all that you seek.”