No Problems

If you've noticed there's no problems, the government has too. There's a billion cars poluting and a mask to put on new. There's a tax upon your property for nothing they might do. And a pox upon your neighbourhood the cops will card at you. There's a billion kitchens rinsing what the government calls trash. Where the people doing the rinsing pay the bill of their own cash. And a group of food been modified they pass off as organic. With no label to say otherwise and keep us guessing frantic. And a thousand private food banks telling government we're poor. When a wealthy funded welfare should exist for our tenure. Making several billion dollars from a loan invested gold. On a mint who's plates are rendered for a government to hold. Where the deed to our own dollars are a travesty of old. And the breech of our own value for the talismen's last fold. Where no food's upon the table and the market sold to one. That the note to one another- "Hold your own until you're done".