The future is ours to choose

You'll die alone with your fear
of change your fear of difference,
your fear of truth.
You'll die alone after murdering
your brothers while setting-up
your guillotine.
In god you trust so
your sisters you rape.
2000 years doesn't seem
to have changed a thing.
You feed the machine
with the blood of the poor.
You keep the kids in their
place by keeping the drugs
on the streets.
Some will never have
half the chance we had:
A roof, a family, 3 meals a day.
But still we ignore how lucky
we are not to have been
crushed by the machine.