Slaves - The Holy Mountain

We know not love

Nor compassion

But endless cycles of distraction

The banality and misery

A consequence

Of the battle waged for subsistence

Brought low by crushing debt

The price we pay to ease the pain

As we fight to make it through the days

Our teeth that rot for fear of bills we cannot pay

When every day is hell in our lives

A hell of television

And malnutrition

A hell mired in the most frivolous excess

So stupid

We find solace in the shallow satisfaction

Of material goods

The opiate that is consumption

To blanket the emptiness that is our lives

I’d rather be dead

Than live this half life

This half life of debt and detriment

This fifty year obligation

Chasing the promised rewards

Of hard work

And getting nowhere

Always feeding the wealth

Of someone else

Always breaking under the mass

Of monthly payments

Facing the thinning of choices

And the cold demands of necessity

We work and survive

But never really live

We break our bodies and

Sell off our best years

To look forward to retiring with

Our savings robbed and feeding the rich

Hobbled by our creaking limbs and worn out joints

The maintenance of our aging bodies

Priced outside our means