The State Lottery

Does it seem strange to you?
The confetti. The balloons. The mile-wide grins
and the victory dance to welcome in the heir
to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair?
Because it sure seems strange to me:
they're acting like they won the fucking lottery!

I mean, shouldn't they feel terror
at the task that lies ahead:
to feed and house the people
that this system's left for dead.
And could I have hit the nail much harder on the head?
It's profits before lives. They are motivated by greed.

First they taught us to depend
on their nation-states to mend
our tired minds, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs

But now they've sold off all the splints
and contracted out the tourniquets
and if we jump through hoops
then we might just survive.

Is this what we deserve?
To scrub the palace floors?
To fight amongst ourselves?

As we scramble for the crumbs they spit out,
frothing at the mouth
about the scapegoats
that they've chosen for us.
With every racist pointed finger
I can hear the goose-steps getting closer.
They no longer represent us
so is it not our obligation
to confront this tyranny.