If there is hope it hides itself well

appearing instead as a future of Hell.

Humanity walks on a road unknown

and soon it will reap all that it has sown.

So stand you though may for capitalist right;

that system that comes as a thief in the night

to steal from us all both future and dream

while you feast in your styes on Gaia’s own cream.

But when push comes to shove how will you fare

when the slaves that you need are no longer there?

When your servants and slaves march on the street

who will hand you the riches you arseholes eat?

Nobility only has sway if it’s real

and soon now, your fate, the people will seal.