So yeah, I’ m done with the story they try to teach That markets magically sort the world, that old thieves and new laws Can be called“ clean” just because Mr. Something said so.
Entitlement might protect a lucky few And dress itself all nice in a suit But anyone who looks closely Can see the cost A city cut in half Light handed out like rations
Let Libertaria glow in gold And claim its logic is perfect You don’ t have to walk its edge To see the fractures that run through it The cracks are visible from anywhere And the truth rising from its dust is this A World where“ mine.” Always outweighs“ our must.” Isn’ t a world where justice can live.
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