Trickle down

Trickle down is trickling on
The shanty drone and ghetto dawn
A military ‘option’ for the poor
Pointed into a corner your guns are their door
Trickle down is fallacy
Only war jobs will save your economy
Your forces lack the power to win a war
So build cannon fodder out of the poor

Make the innocents fed on each other
Make a good man turn on his brother
Rape the family – crush good will
Conditions decay until there’s mercy in the killing

Starve the poor, dangle their need
You must protect your bitter greed
Recruit the desparate, cushion all blows
Don’t the desparate cushion all blows
Trapped at the front with a loaded gun
Now you have him under your thumb
Trickle down has worked just right
The ‘expendables’ are fighting your fight

Make the innocents feed on each other
Make a good man turn on his brother
Rape the family – crush good will
Conditions decay until there’s mercy in the killing

Welfare shrinks and war funds grow
The cornered desparate will never know
That they’re given a protest but not a voice
And the ‘choice’ they make is never their choice
The draft won’t work on those who can see
But the poor will sign for opportunity