Monday, June 23, 2014

Dystopic Phobia

Nothing hiding
In the mists and shadows
But class antagonists
And rich assholes
Who make more poverty
And more mounting debts
Shoving us deeper down,
into the depths
Killing us more, every day
Everyone poor, never enough pay
Everyday, killing each other
Imprisoning my sisters and brothers
I repress my oppression
I regress in my depression
No lesson in making concessions
Your digression, becomes a obsession
Stuck in the past or a dystopia
Suffering from a bad case of myopia
Your vision gives me claustrophobia
Or some kind of fucked up phobia

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