Confinement blues

I drank till it made me think,

it was more than a fish could drink.

Everything human about these days,

being slowly killed, in a wink.

For the love of material and money,

and a sense of false well-being,

letting them take over and kill;

hardly anything left to feel.

 

It's for the greater good, or something

like that, was what they'd said to me.

An everyday slave like you and him,

beyond my bubble, it was hard for me to see.

Is the system to blame? Or

has the fault been solely mine?

For false treasures like electricity,

myself i'm having to sacrifice.

 

Drowned in water i am being,

and still i'm dying of thirst.

I wonder what would be of diamonds,

if it weren't for rust?

And if the virgin would still be pure

if the world was deprived of lust?

Well it is what it is, I suppose,

call it just, call it unjust.

Nothing is meant to be fair

under a system so well corrupt.

 

See the irony of it all,

is the sun after the rainfall,

while you aren't expected to stand up

after they throw you down the fall.

You can tell them there's none left,

but the kids line up for candy after all. 

However disgraced the system, 

the heads of kings stay high in their stalls.