No ones hands are clean
There is dirt
There is blood
In our hearts
As well
As our hands.
Our name is Consumer
We are as Deadly
As the One
Who is Many
Once named Legion,
If not more so.
We rage at
The Corporations
But they do
As we command,
Sell at low prices
And we care not
The true cost.
We make the standard
And divide ourselves
Into us
And them
US,
The US,
The Consumers
So to get
What we demand
The corporations
Higher the “thems”
First Mexico
Then India
And lesser least of all
China…
We pay them less
Because we see them
As less than
US.
The Corporations
Don't see them as less
We do…
They see them that way
Because we demand it,
Because Consumers
Demand it…
We are the Devil.
Our hunger the Demon
Each of US are many
And One
Consumer…
Of food,
Of fuel,
Of Resources,
Of Electricity,
We consume
Because of the division
In our heart
And minds
Between US
And thems
Out there…
Outside our home
Outside our Family
Outside our neighborhood,
State,
Country,
Class,
Race…
The finger we cast
At Corporations
And countries
Points always
Three fingers
Back at ourselves.
