Kill this channel
- it needs to be switched
I offer a vendetta in exchange
For a split second to blink

In exchange for
A split second to blink
Dragged from view
So no split second to blink
Hide the hovels
Give not a split second to blink

Kill this channel - less for more
Lifestyle stink
I spread out saved silver
In exchange for the broken spirits
Toward whom I won't blink

I stockpile for the impending...
What?
But who's paying?
Who is paying?
But who's paying
Lift the lid and it dawns
- who's paying?
Bereft, desperate, the belittled
The devalued to no value
- they are paying
Should stoop ever lower
Bow and scrape - they are paying

So take a split second to know
That abolition didn't lift them
Off their knees

From plantation, transplantation
Behind suburban curtains
The upshot of their exertions
A vacuum-packed ambivalence
Get them off their knees!