The Ratchet and the Noose

It's clear that things only ever go one way; Irrepressibly and always towards decay. The towers keep getting taller, This world keeps getting smaller. This machine never sleeps, Processing body after body. Grinding us into paste, Churning out human waste. Eyes burning from the smoke, Asphyxiating on the rope. Struggling to get loose From the ratchet and the noose. We're not even the product, We're just the wrapper it comes in. Don't you think you're worth more than this? We can't just be containers for data, We can't just be the vessels for labor, We can't just be living resources. Disconnected from every single thing, It's going down, it's spinning round, I'm breaking down, I'm freaking out! The sky is burning and the ocean is drowning, It's going down, it's spinning round, I'm breaking down, I'm freaking out! The burden of hope weighs a metric ton. Tangled in iron chains, My bones are creaking and my joints are aching. How can anyone carry on? I can't give in, we can't ever give in. "Love has never been a popular movement. And no one's ever wanted to really be free. The world is held together, it really is held together, by the love and passion of very few people. Otherwise of course you can despair. Walk down the street in any city, any afternoon, and look around you. What you've gotta remember is what you're looking at is also you. Everyone you're looking at is also you. You could be that person. You could be that monster, you could be that cop. But you have to decide in yourself not to be." - James Baldwin