Chained From Change Poem

There are more slaves on Earth and they’re living in rage

Because we’re sickened to raise the flippin’ minimum wage

People aren’t on benefits just for the hell of it

The biggest welfare queens are actually celibate

But they reproduce tax havens off shore

This we allow and so much more

So few and far between do we race to holler

Greed is not human, despite the face on the dollar

There are workers in sweatshops and livestock in pens

But few care for this over ice, glocks & benzes

The first shall be last in their race to the top

But the thirst for more cash they will chase like a cop