We See Dead People - Ghost

Hey!
Help!
Me!

Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
They can't Go Home!

Every one of us can see
We've built a world of misery
With a million forms of slavery
We manufacture poverty

Greed and animosity
Breed monetized atrocities
As desperate folk play lotteries
And privileged reclaim monarchies

Capital's authority
Trumps labor's autonomy
Demands of austerity
Essentialize disparity

A pharmaceutical malaise
Let's us dream the end of days
Is something very far away
But in our hearts, we know today...

We're ghosts

Written by:
Joe Bonni

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