Bankers rule with technocrats, neoliberal leaders
Looking after all their own they nonchalantly bleed us
No revolution of the mind, the problem is systemic
Love can’t cure the ills of a financial epidemic
Voting,
Products,
Media,
All methods of control.
Either sell your soul to them, or sign up on the dole.
Class is still the issue now, just Chavs instead of proles,
They changed the names, the beast evolved, to keep us in our roles
Distractions of celebrity to keep our minds from thinking
We’re staring at the mermaids while the ship is slowly sinking,
Stand up,
Rebel,
Have agency,
We must take it, not ask kindly.
No longer just subordinates to those who lead us blindly
The enemy is borderless, a small migrant elite
But us! We are the 99, together we’d compete
With those who have the power and ideals of exploitation
Haunted by austerity we pay our owed taxation
Profits,
Land,
Infinite growth,
A plan of pure delusion.
In worlds with finite resources they sell us an illusion
By Steven Maclean
