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