The Place once called Pays
The place once called Pays The child was condemned to a life of servitude and slavery, All the protests against the chains clattered in vain The oppressor got good at the game so well that The child's parents became the surrogate rebukers Stopping any sign of waywardness with stern reprimand. The fallacy had been so strong: reward benefits hard work. As the children played around the yard, they believed it all. They will change their world and make it better for posterity. The sweetness of innocence veiling the promise of doom That shines on the other side of the dark tunnel of Pays. Poor children caged in the sweetness and bliss of now The boys will grow up with no manhood and the girls, Will be sent off to satisfy the old men's caprices and desires While their parents will bask in the glory of the crumbs That the Diner's bloated overflowing greed could not contain. And the clan says we all should be quiet and toe the line, There's nothing you can do they say, everyon