if there's peace, then there's love
if there's hate, then there's mistrust.
if there are dollar bills, then there's a green god that we trust.
if there are dollars, then it has control.
over a mind internally perceived as a black hole,
we all think we have the same goal
to be the upper class in the capitalist system
endeavoring the industrialized coal.
I saw you and you saw me
you were kneeling for small coins and a food plead
while I was on the other side
living richly
while you were digging holes in your pockets
— hypocritically.
if there's peace, then there's love
if there's a heart, then I breathe through my lungs
if you cut off my circulation
then I am plaintive and defunct.
over a system unruly
where we all trail behind each other
completely undone.