mechanical

marching down through your feelings
ignorance is the only bless you believe
and sleep on
the remaining hours
until the long day start again
doing too much
and receiving almost nothing
no time for self
serving the unsatisfied master 
becoming robots in the end
always the poor kissing the boots of the richer

and if we strike back
we must have been out of our minds
we are only trying to get our power back
to know and care for ourselves 
but this does not interest them
we can not be smart
we can only be mechanical
obeying meaningless rules
the harvest is just for them
for us, there are crumbs

without confrontation there is but
blind faith, dried hope and forgotten dreams
your silence is an open door
to your early death
fight for yourself, for your loved ones
to fight for your rights shall be the only rule here
for this, there is meaning
and need

if to be royal I need to be ignorant I definitely do not want to
I prefer to have little and enjoy every single thing
In order to continue sane
I am out of here

I am too human to be that mechanical