Wear That Blindfold With Comfort

“What the hell’s the difference,”
She said to me,
“What the hell’s the point;
We’ll never be free.

Why try for the bone
That dangles just overhead
When you can still see
The blood dripping so red?

How can you accept
A gift so rank
When you’ve got the murder
Of another to thank?

Don’t show me that filth,
I know where it’s been.
I know where it came from –
The horror unseen.

Get down on your knees
And beg for the prize;
It’s okay as long as
You won’t see through the lies.

Devour the bacon
Of the slaughtered pig;
Block out the squealing,
Pretend it’s not sick.

Wear that brand name
Label with pride;
Ignore the sweatshops,
The children that died.

Re-elect blood fiends
For capitalist wars;
Dominate humanity
On every shore.

Cover your eyes, open your jaws
Enjoy your privilege while WASP is law.”