Class War
Flashing lights, traveling lights, neon signs
Beckon you to come and beg you to stay
In the dark the city thrives,
Like a cheap prostitute.
A capitalist concoction- take a shot
Forget your humanity- it’s zumanity
Make a bet, take a chance
Live it up. Lose it all.
It’s just a dream, the American dream.
Sin city, the smiling politician
Make your false promises of hope
I’ve scratched the surface
I’ve seen the truth
The music blares
The slots dazzle
They scream joy.
I hear the blended whispers-
Of the minimum wage warriors
In the kitchens, on the floors,
Making beds. In the trenches
There is no jackpot to win.
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