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What is this madness?
Herald the Herods of the day coated
in dark suits beyond the sight and scrutiny of a public
searching for clues as to why in the rest of the world
we would see poverty and upheaval
beyond our wildest dreams.
No novel can capture the scene of
rage quite like daytime TV.
Feed the children. Victims of the IMF, World Bank-
financial shank in the side of human development.
Buy into the guilt of having too much while you
support the ideology that maims, that kills with
interest to pay back. But your will is not a concern.
It maims and it kills with interest to pay back.
Human progress is irrelevant.
Stock dividends we will defend as austerity programs
blister hands so Bretton Woods lives.
Structural adjustment- well-being ill, "function" lost.
Leverage obsolete in the name of free trade.
Negotiation non-existent.
Bulldoze economic freedom.
Who pays the price with their lives?
Open borders, open for consumption.
Defecating life's blood.
Sifting through the hands of esteemed principles.
Yeah, the triumphant global economy
supercedes meeting human needs.
What is this madness?
Herald the Herods of the day coated
in dark suits beyond the sight and scrutiny of a public
searching for clues as to why in the rest of the world
we would see poverty and upheaval
beyond our wildest dreams.
No novel can capture the scene of
rage quite like daytime TV.
Feed the children. Victims of the IMF, World Bank-
financial shank in the side of human development.
Buy into the guilt of having too much while you
support the ideology that maims, that kills with
interest to pay back. But your will is not a concern.
It maims and it kills with interest to pay back.
Human progress is irrelevant.
Stock dividends we will defend as austerity programs
blister hands so Bretton Woods lives.
Structural adjustment- well-being ill, "function" lost.
Leverage obsolete in the name of free trade.
Negotiation non-existent.
Bulldoze economic freedom.
Who pays the price with their lives?
Open borders, open for consumption.
Defecating life's blood.
Sifting through the hands of esteemed principles.
Yeah, the triumphant global economy
supercedes meeting human needs.
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