They'Re Trying To Tell You

They’re trying to tell you That your superstitions and machinations Are an exhausting game of whack-a-mole They’re trying to tell you You’ve assumed a version of them That society told you existed and you never questioned They’re trying to tell you At every corner a new threat lies From a ginned-up populace at a fire sale on torches and pickaxes They’re trying to tell you Their successes are in spite of you, still You, who want their struggle extinguished They’re trying to tell you They’re trying to tell you That they are not uneducated sitting ducks, feathers soaked in oil Throwaway Luddite has-beens with archaic ideals They’re trying to tell you It’s not their genetics it’s a death by a hundred toxic paper cuts They’re trying to tell you They didn’t ask for more than their fair share And got what they asked for They’re trying to tell you That they’ve never learned to be oppressor and oppressed Taxed with their own struggles They’re trying to tell you They’re trying to tell you They’re the canaries in the coal mine With pervasive black lung They’re trying to tell you Their ‘defenders’ can’t be trusted Offering head-scratching fix-its and aligning with the devil They’re trying to tell you They’re to ignore the flaming spigots and suicidal birds, Dead zones in their neighborhoods They’re trying to tell you You’ve fracked at the earth’s pores until it had blemishes While your complexion remained clear They’re trying to tell you Clandestine influences have wreaked havoc worldwide In the ultimate game of psychopathic Monopoly™ They’re trying to tell you This Frankensteinian economic monster Will outlive its creators and live on in us They’re trying to tell you Under the cloak of prosperity lies our own depravity While a history of shared wealth is hidden, gradually swept under the carpet They’re trying to tell you Their assembly line of greed indoctrination has steamrolled young minds Feeding them the opiate of self-interest They’re trying to tell you We’re trying to tell you We can see the cracks in the edifice Long enough to view your hostages We’re trying to tell you With your consolidated power Sooner or later you will be eating your young We’re trying to tell you There are many solitary foot soldiers in the quest for justice, And sometimes they win We’re trying to tell you Your Randian ideals are going the way of the dodo Our stadiums will outnumber your conference rooms We’re trying to tell you You’re going to need more night watchmen