Gilded fairy tales

Flesh bound focus drawing eyes from skies to pockets deep

This dream of never wanting turns to nightmare as we sleep

All the riches in the world cant buy you peace of mind,

and with your eyes shut tight and mind shackled what did you hope to find ?

Solitary self made cells behind cerebral bars,

cuddling with what cuts us and complaining of the scars

Making worlds from empty words removes feet from solid ground

We've kidnapped natural instincts, evolution's gagged and bound

Fairy tale philosophies of business and economics

need the focus placed on them like trees have use for electronics

Justifying theft with official sounding terminology,

these charlatans and tricksters of this new age cash astrology

Purely just a means for keeping nations in their place,

furthering the riches war on religion, sex and race

A perpetuated system of bondage, slavery and death,

a price is placed on human worth and every dying breath

Markets demand their pound of flesh, built as they are on greed

Baskets filled with Congolese hands tell the story of that need,

as do Iraqi babies deformed through toxic ammunition,

and the tiny sweatshop labourers, denied a childhood and tuition

Averting eyes can slow the fear of the steadily building fall,

but what will you tell your children of your face against the wall ?

What excuses and apologies will you offer for your choice

to trade your tongues for excess as the gold smothered your voice