Cutting Strings

Invisible strings been holding things.
Together. Sinking ships a float, bloat and
swell, and blow holes in young talent's brains.
Drain union workers who died for 40 hours
a week. Expectations of our grandfather's
fathers burnt asunder for the almighty dollar
and dreams of making it big one day.

Invisible strings been holding us together,
dangling. Dangling mortgages, jobs, futures
choices controlled by an ignorant few. Who place
the moneys of the their few above the moneys of
their crew. Invisible strings can disappear and
then it will all unravel. Invisible strings been
stitching this thing together, but not forever.