Social Justice

I weep in pity at your constant strife –
Your body broken by the burning sun.
You should not have to sweat away your life –
You ought to know I see our lives as one.
Your labor should be valued by far more.
The profit you create should be for you.
Instead, you sell your body like a whore,
And you are never given what you’re due.
Yet here, you have your champion in me,
The one who will bring justice to you all –
The champion of all society,
I’ll place exploiters up against the wall.
I’ll take and mold you, make sure that you fit.
I know what’s best for you – you will submit.