They want to wash their hands of us,
Us snobs, the uncommitted
The mask wearers at the top,
The two-faced aristocrats.
We look down at them,
And call them low-lives, ignorant
How can they be so removed?
So easily manipulated?
It’s almost as if
Someone is buying their votes
It’s almost as if
Someone is buying our minds,
As if subconscious desires
Were all placed in a database
That the highest bidder could scry:
Seeing stones made flesh.
It’s almost as if
Virtue has been confused
With price tags;
And money, that dirty word
Stole the clothes of another:
Success it calls itself now.
Since when did Success mean
Wrinkled bills in a vault?
Goddess Nike,
They desecrate your name
Queen of Victory
What have they done to you?
It’s almost as if
Fear of dying penniless
Fear of not keeping up
Cages the upcoming youth.
It’s almost as if
The Wendigo has been crowned
The model student.
The perfect consumer
The cannibal with endless appetite.
It’s almost as if
The politicians get paid
By the winners.
As if corruption were legal.
It’s almost as if
The abundance we get from Earth
Is turned back into scarcity
By the market economy,
Leading us to fear or binge.
It’s almost as if
Its all so obvious,
This were all a bad dream,
The carbon content rising
Earth mother’s punishment imminent.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 