Reality

By Dennys Block

Stuck inside the maze of life

And lost in the maze Deering called “Vizcaya”

Where working souls are traded for

a meal and a home

So caught up with the distractions around you

You fail to realize the price you pay

For the little freedom we say we have

In this boasted land of freedom

I know the plan of the hidden hand

Keep us occupied in order to keep us tame

So you can continue to work and pay interest

For this rest of you life

All until, the rich white folk says,

My job here is done

I value wealth by your worth as a person

Not by your astonishing estates

And make no mistake

From your birth you’re programmed this way

And until this day, I stand against.