Let freedom ring from the highest mountaintops,
but first know:
You are a slave to the machine, stuck:
Consent was never given.
Capitalism conquered our vision
of right,
of wrong,
of things well beyond,
and all the air we breathe.
It shapes our thoughts,
acceptance the lot
given to US, you and me.
The children that mine,
the beggars that crawl,
the infants that starve,
a price for us all.
In this we are bound,
from this we might flee,
otherwise fight
with fury and glee.
Fires we'll set,
smoke we'll inhale,
chains will sunder,
freedom exhaled.
Or perhaps it best,
that we stay slaves of rest
ignorantly sipping our tea.
