Empire of Slavery

Cupboards filled with objects of your misery,
My car runs on the power of war,
Tourist destinations disguise the truth,
Pyramids of slavery aligned with the stars,

Gold on my fingers a back-breaking curse,
Of the miners who toil fourteen hour days,
Blood diamonds a warped status symbol,
Murder of caste and of substandard race,

Dye in my coveted jeans are a stain,
In the factories where children inhale,
Toxic blue fumes of denim vanity,
Exploit where others have tried but have failed,

My home exists because you have none,
So called culture historically fortifed,
Your heritage and traditions trampled and gone,
Omnipotent business pillaged,ruined and defiled,

Sweatshop bullet-ridden populace ruled by fear,
Same as it ever was, parastic nations,
So that year by bloodstained year,
Tuned in to the mind-altering frequency station,

New world disorder will bind and then keep us,
So cowed,so ignorant and blindly complicit,
Wolves of religion acting as sleepers,
Where they manufacture and then bury our shit.