Modern Peasants

They gamble their life-blood away on slot machines And days at the Races or via that vile tax On the oppressed: the National Lottery. They blindly follow favoured football teams and wax Lyrical about many arcane sporting facts. They purchase the merchandise and make others rich On the sweat and blood of their heavy-burdened backs. All of their dreams depend on wins on fixture lists. Alcohol on a weekend relaxes their minds Briefly, but rots the brain & body given time. Henceforth, the raising of consciousness among them Is impossible. Alas, they're hapless victims Of social atomisation, as are we who Think we are free, but really just as lost and doomed.