A killing field for the rich and unfeeling,
devastating the graves of the deprived hard workers.
Striping their life away as if it was a cotton field,
picking one by one with a deep chilling.
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Social disfiguration at its true state.
Political stances only create a society of turmoil,
no one’s right or no one’s wrong.
How can we survive without our true fate?
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Any means necessary are taken to endure this barbaric earth.
Fate can't take its place even in a shack,
because hell constantly stalks where it goes.
Our decisions only decide who gets there first.
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It was a nightmare that we couldn't escaped,
but we prevented as much as we could handle.
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Now a factory employed by machines sits on the fields.
This factory has an owner, just a computer;
One that outcasts farmers into debt and the loss of land.
Families can't even afford their own bodies.
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This nightmare became genocide of money being wasted.
Buying a car each year to eating out every day,
it's what you want because you need your wants.
Hopefully someone will stand up to face it.