I saw teardrops and trust funds
White men in suits that could fund dreams
That Maria and Maybel have long suppressed
Because they learned early in life
That dreams don’t pay bills or put food on the table
Rotund bellies
Swollen from years of aged bourbon and cold beer
As they clink glasses together and cheer another day…
Our tears are just salty appetizers
White men dine on choice cut meats a man named Miguel sliced from bovine
That was a blood sacrifice to these (g)ods
They do not know his name
Or that he gets paid under the table
Or that his family lives in cages we built
They don’t care
As long as their lives stay uninterrupted by our concerns
They snort arrogance and powdered privilege
Pure and uncut
Liver spotted hands
Hold all the cards
Moving us like chess pieces
They are the masters of a warped universe
They made us build
We punch the clock to our own demise
Drugged up on Paxil
Opioids to mask the pain
Xanax to paint on the smile
Merlot to swallow it all down
Ambien to make us sleep
We drown in the white noise
Trying to drown out the White noise
Longing to forget that tomorrow we will do it again and again and again…
We are cogs in this machine
That feeds them
As they dine on our flesh
We tweet our horror in soundbites
Reliving trauma in instagramable quotes
Where we pretend we don’t feel the pain
From the gnashing of teeth
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