Break through the undertow, your hands I can't seem to find. Pollution burns my tongue, cough words I can't speak so I. . Stop my struggling, then I float to the surface.
We celebrate the downfall with ticker tape parades. Oblivious to the fucking mess left lying in the wake. "God grant me the strength to let my children starve".
Getting trampled under boots of progress. Ignore the pleading of the nameless faces. Now with our (backs) against the wall. How long 'til we fall?. Do away with all the underprivileged.