Feast Of Industry

Staving off hunger
We sold them our
Dignity, honour
Labour for bread

And so it came to pass
That industry ate us

Poverty exists
As long as
Property remains
Chains on our wrists

And so it came to pass
That industry ate us
And so it came to pass
We slaved until we died

Property is poverty, feast of industry
Never-ending land lessee, feast of industry

Work is proscribed as a privilege
They make us compete for our labour
That we feel lucky punching their clock
To sweat beside our hungry neighbour

If ever hungry and out of favour
Unemployed and unfed
If they deny these basic things
Then take your share of bread
Take it