Manufacturing slavery

Another monument’s raised in rubble as a cell becomes a tomb,    

hopes and dreams lie buried with the bodies they exhume

Twisted and dust covered, giving age beyond their years,

relegated to a purgatory where the storefronts disappear

 

Sub-contracting slavery with shackles made of thread,

stitching brands of golden calves for less than bellies fed

Fire exit barricades see bodies in scorched piles,

the hidden costs of luxury and air conditioned aisles

 

Governments in collusion to cut the costs of human life,

the corporate groom demands the dowry from his fawning servile wife

So their first world kids can live out dreams of mall based fantasy,     

a hybrid birthed from boardroom wombs, disguised as being free

 

The argument of jobs is brayed by the most arrogant of beasts,

those who laud discarded crumbs as the finest of all feasts,

plantation based excuses that the bound should thank their chains,

a pittance paid in silver for what flows within their veins

 

We sing our songs of freedom as we wear anothers sweat,  

 so caught up in the bright lights that we miss the silhouette’s

of those who dwell on the fringes of our privileged consciousness,

those upon the scales who as we gain see only less