Freedom?

Struggling every day
A fight for existence
A never ending contest
Between life and death
And at the end of the day
When all is said and done
The rich man comes by
And takes what you have earned
Takes the clothes off your back
And the food from your plate
Just to put a little more gas
In his privet jet plain
After all what are you worth
You are nothing but a slave
A slave with the illusion
Of being a free man
A slave to the all mighty god
The oh so holly dollar
A slave to those in power
Who make decisions for you every day
After all what could you know
Your just a lowly peasant
You've no schooling, no birth right
No class at all
How could you be expected to know
What is best for you and what is not
When your democratic government can rape your ass
And then whisper in your ear
"Its for your own good"