Out on the periphery,
We teach you to survive,
To accept your lot in life,
And be proud of your misfortune.
On the fringes of existence,
Relying on rich paradigms,
Of meagre is as meagre does,
Turning needs into desires beyond grasp.
Fed a daily dose of misery,
And ladlefuls of the suffering
Of just enough, but not more,
Controlling your survival on a whim.
What you make belongs to us.
What you take is punishable.
And like the carrot on the stick,
What you dream of, you will never have.
We control your ultimate fate,
Without praise or gratitude.
Where lack of respect for authority,
Allows you to die in confinement.
We are what you have made us,
Enjoying the destinies you threw away.
And we rule you with iron fists,
Forged out of your ever crumbling clay.
So stand tall, and be proud,
For you have achieved the ultimate reward.
Subjugation unwittingly willful.
The price of possession, to be possessed.