America The Abusive

I bet a million souls that freedom comes with an expiration date
Fury and fate battled for rounds
Blood curling sounds abound
Most get muffled
Some just drown

You have a window in a window to speak your peace
Before someone closes your tab
Or pushes delete

Substance is built from material 
Material comes from the land
Structures are prepared from the hands of man

Labor makes sense to the capitalist
And profit is produced by a mass that don’t exist 
From blankets with syphilis 
To digital money 
From Friday to Friday we live life’s unbecoming 

Get this 
Chase that 
Make something happen
Families, futures, finances collapsing

A step back may not be far enough
With a full house of high cards
We still missed the bluff