ashes in the soil
a heart full of hope
life up through a coil
a neck squeezed by rope
kill them all for food
death must fuel the living
rise above the good
win the duel, keep moving
the millions spoiled
for the glory of a few
the workers toiled
for the comfortable you
for one to win many must lose
destroy them all for that revenue
the terrors for that phone you use
squeeze in the alleys to open the avenue
gather the roast
murder the slaves
let’s have a toast
reuse their graves
take their heirlooms
melt them for gold plating
empty out their rooms
we need space for ice skating
destroy the last
pour the blood in
whitewash the past
as the tires spin
it’s all you can eat
throw scraps at your feet
the yacht is my treat
our lackeys we beat
evict all the families
for vacation facilities
disregard the casualties
cut off their utilities
from their pain our pleasure rises
they should have had backup jobs
they don’t need tvs in bigger sizes
those pathetic lazy slobs
let us light up a cigar
and wave at them from afar
as they faint from fatigue
at least we made them leave