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How can you let your people starve?
You bind us in red tape till we die
Red tape, blue ink, and bitches at the office
You look at us, as a pawn in your game
Nationwide, all the time, ******** the little guys
You give yourselves raises, bonuses too
Looking down at us and pushing us through the cracks
We never fall through, we’re pushed
Pushing us night and day
We’re pawns to the system
Babies cry, babies dye, and you don’t even blink
People cheat you, you turn a blind eye
Deaths don’t shake your house of cards
You pull the red tape tighter, another dollar for you
No place to stay, can’t work at all
Don’t tell me to get a job, you want to keep me on the sidelines
You give yourselves raises, bonuses too
Looking down at us and pushing us through the cracks
We never fall through, we’re pushed
Pushing us night and day
We’re pawns to the system
Paper weighs us down, like mountains on our back
You sign a cheque, who cares if we can’t eat?
Power hungry assholes, deaf ears to our cries
We cry for justice, you corrupted us, nothing is real
Smoke and mirrors, shattering them for your pleasure
- by Hamsterliciousness |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/09/2009 |
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- Title: Pawns to the System
- Artist: Hamsterliciousness
- Description: I wrote this when I was in a homeless shelter.
- Date: 12/09/2009
- Tags: pawns system
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Kaze Kerai - 01/17/2010
- I liked it. 4/5
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- -lncognito- - 12/12/2009
- most poems i have read on here had no meaning. people just get bored and wrote something and it turned out good. this has meaning and it turned out good. I don't really know what it would feel like to be in a homeless shelter, but I've seen my share of greedy assholes... I like this.
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