Reservations

He watched as the great starvation began
And while he wasn’t wise to their plan
He knew that it was about control
Dominion over the human soul
For once the masses felt hunger gnaw
They would submit to any law
But peons still preferred the lies
As perverts plotted their demise.

The oligarchs banned farming first
Then charged a tax to slake your thirst
Creating toxins they called food
They compromised the multitudes
And corpses carted to the bin
Were simply bones draped with skin
Until the few remaining wept—
A future we must not accept.