How can a man add a price to life?
How can wealth exploit the poor,
But leave them wanting more?
I'd crouch and hide from the world at hand,
If i didn't have these two legs which force me to stand.
Stand i will, but like a sheep i follow.
Told what i need, force fed, left not needing to swallow.
Left just barely living,
I'm ruled by rules, not giving me much chance to be a man.
I no longer know what to believe,
I feel i can achieve nothing.