Cliff Poems
Success Machine Feeding on Worker Hearts
The starved corpses of poor workers are stacked into a skyscraper,
covered by shiny neon lights and forgotten-
this is Chinese communism.
Dollars flowing in,
luxury visiting,
while all the world applauds like monkeys
the magnificent buildings and constant high return on investment
pyramid slave labor is producing
More, more
so old neighborhoods are bulldozed to blow up supply side
that a bullish bubble full of thick rich shiit
won't burst again over a population doubting toilets
I walked through People's Park
flanked by tax bailed out Citibank,
unnecessary Louis Vuitton, useless celebrity Hotel Hilton,
wondering why governments keep citizens deliberately poor,
exporting cheap plastic garbage,
while the pigs on wall street get fatter
with the promise of sharing leftovers tomorrow.
Mao, where is your revolution now?
Call it Harmony, Call it Freedom
I see the same political opportunist propaganda
polluting the planet in a grab for power,
clenching tight a fist of control without morals,
and a mass of religiously blind followers letting it happen
for the hope of one day being invited to the playground
What a world order of two sides forming
a choking circle together that i want no part of.
These slick agents of greed,
money sucking parasites,
paying lip service while kissing each other,
can take their words coming off devil tongues and choke on them
I will eat dirt with the angels,
haunting and happy in my underground
covered by shiny neon lights and forgotten-
this is Chinese communism.
Dollars flowing in,
luxury visiting,
while all the world applauds like monkeys
the magnificent buildings and constant high return on investment
pyramid slave labor is producing
More, more
so old neighborhoods are bulldozed to blow up supply side
that a bullish bubble full of thick rich shiit
won't burst again over a population doubting toilets
I walked through People's Park
flanked by tax bailed out Citibank,
unnecessary Louis Vuitton, useless celebrity Hotel Hilton,
wondering why governments keep citizens deliberately poor,
exporting cheap plastic garbage,
while the pigs on wall street get fatter
with the promise of sharing leftovers tomorrow.
Mao, where is your revolution now?
Call it Harmony, Call it Freedom
I see the same political opportunist propaganda
polluting the planet in a grab for power,
clenching tight a fist of control without morals,
and a mass of religiously blind followers letting it happen
for the hope of one day being invited to the playground
What a world order of two sides forming
a choking circle together that i want no part of.
These slick agents of greed,
money sucking parasites,
paying lip service while kissing each other,
can take their words coming off devil tongues and choke on them
I will eat dirt with the angels,
haunting and happy in my underground
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Success Machine Feeding on Worker Hearts
Success Machine Feeding on Worker Hearts
