Insurrection





Resentful, I'm sure the feeling is mutual. Power for 

those with the most capital. Upper echelon not in touch 

at all. Grabbing at straws, desperation. Whatcha' gonna 

do about it? Where are you gonna run? Whatcha' gonna 

do about it that you haven't already done? No more joy in 

the lives of the skuoned and exited Screaming from silence, 

pent up inside us. All this frustration, has bred all this 

violence. In the commotion power was at hand, in the 

confusion wealth was up for grabs, both looked appealing 

we took all that we could, control was ours and then we 

understood. Helpless, I'm sure the feeling is typical. Glory 

for those with the most capital. Upper echelon we rule with 

an iron hand. Crushing any insurrection. Whatcha' gonna do 

about it? There's nothing you can do...