Dropdead Harvest
Your slavery is the burden
That you choose to undertake
Accepting free the shackles
By the future you forsake
Kept inside your prison
By the masters that you keep
Your freedom is illusion
That you follow just like sheep
Your misery, conclusion
From the seeds sown in your keep
A life of subjugation
Is the harvest that your reap
But freedom is a garden
That we can choose to tend
Fertile grounds for change
Where the fruit of hope begins
A place where all can feed
In the field of lasting peace
Envision one of the masses
And the glory to the feast
