Signed Line

Did you think they weren’t coming to get you? (they are)
Did you think you could sit and appraise from afar?
Your privilege and apathy smooth and congealed
Festering molding lying in fields
Where poor women squat and scream at and kneel

You caused this
You made this
Don’t hold your applause

You’re looking in mirrors
You’ve lost all your jaws
There’s nothing that keeps you
So spread for your laws

Meat heap
Commodity
Oven
Cracked gem

Service the man
There’s still more of them
That need you to break
Your own back
So smile wide
You made this so get on the saddle and ride