Depths

There exist a hand that moves the masses. Pushing them to unwanted ends and divides them into classes Like an old-world army they pit man against fellow man Over minuscule affairs while they reap the land It’s a sad world we’ve let progress When compared to what he owns, a man is worthless The value of a mere possession is something we’ve come to know And the deepness of greed is what we now condone MCOII (Sometime between 2008 and 2010)