We wake up every morning
With aches and pains of age
We drag ourselves through breakfast time and then we set the stage
We go to work like sheep
And we work away our days
For the profits of the rich
We become subducated slaves.
We are told it is the way of things
It’s how it’s always be done
Written in all the books
Like Orwell Animals Farm
Because we’re subducated
because we are oppressed
We do not question anything
And consider ourselves blessed.
We drag ourselves back home from work
After giving all we can
Denied a right to live a life
In the service of the man.
fauxcroft 
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