Paydirt

We’re all trapped in a nightmare

Bottled with lightning

Emblazoned with destiny

Bootstraps made of platinum

We say we’ll ascend the ranks

Caste aside our ways

Out with the new and in with the old

Linen suits lined with green

Made to be felt but not to be seen

The invisible hand

Power absolute

Why must the pattern repeat?

Why can’t we just admit

That to level the field for good

Means admitting we’ve never been equal?

Black tar foundations

Addictions to higher ordinances

Our minds addled by proving our worth

I like to think

The world could only be better

If we would all ask what we owe each other

Give without regret

Never soon forget

Things can only improve if we leave

With more paydirt in the soil than our pockets