Cotton Gin (A Keynote Letter To The Industrial Revolution)

Not anymore will I be bound to their dream.
Fifty five years of life down the drain.
One I have the power to not live in vain.
Priorities set by me.
A hierarchy you can't break.
Your world lies at the bottom of my mind.
I will not sell my life at the price of slave wage.
I will not pacify myself.
I am not your team player.
Will you be like all those who life life silently?
I refuse.
And make no mistake, all they want is your body.
And all they need is your numb nod of approval.
And all they demand is your silence.
Will you hand it to them?
I refuse