Numbers

A hope and a wish,
the dying desire,
of just a
Vision,
Just a flurry
Of a view
Of our screwed up
Made up
Fake of real currency
Fat, tall stacks from floor to ceiling.
Spit out across the hall, the drawers, across the walls.
And whatever happened to gold and silver?
Not this fraudulent trash you lay out in front of me.
Real worth, hard work, and yet fake value,
It’s just paper, paper, and ink
Controls our lives, yeah thanks government.
For messing up
This country we live in
What the heck is life for
If our worth is determined
By numbers.
Yeah, it all comes down to numbers
And facing the facts,
Yeah, facts.
Those are kinda important.
Forget about facts, hmm world we live in?
Forget about the lives that you’re destroying?
The people, the ones that you pretend to invest in?
The victims.
The worth of ones
that you,
the leeches,
decide to suck up?
How does that play out?
And in our FAVOR?!
Yeah no,
I think not.
Who do you think you’re kidding?
You may be fooling them
The others
the ones without a sense of your doing,
But we, the people,
(the smart ones at least)
who choose to resist
To take a risk
To raise our voices,
Say
“Let’s end this madness. This stupid system,
that we’re forced through, yes violently forced. And we, the people, who are supposed to decide what this country is doing? But how, with all these empty promises, empty words? This human, this idiotic human is put above the rest of us who never got a chance? And just how is that fair, hmm? Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
You say it’s a democracy, but not for me.
You say we’re all even but that will never come to be.
No, we’ll never be even,
Just look at the facts.
The numbers and the stats everyone pretends to forget
The life that we’re leading
Never meant anything.
How can it if the numbers are all that you see?
Not the person,
but the value put upon them.
And by who you may be wondering,
Just ask the numbers.