Un-Own

If it’s okay to take over a home
Just 'cuz you’re wearing a uniform
I’d better design myself some epaulettes
Use my rent money to buy a gun
And stop abiding by the terrorists
Who hold food, drink and shelter for ransom
Just kidding, but you get the gist
Society’s a twisted
Neo feudal pyramid scheme:
Money, private property
Results of a shistsory
Of genocide and slavery, yeah
No gods, no masters, no managers!
May none possess the air, land, waters
No state, no religion, no company!
The least to expect is to live free
With options more than stand in line
Or lay down on bare earth and die
Our worth more than our produce
Our roles more than reduced to
Submitting or subjugating in turn
I don’t know how to make it change
But if cornered without a choice or voice
I’d rather strike a match and watch it burn
No gods! No masters! No managers!
May none possess the air, land and waters
No state! No religion! No companies!
The least we can expect is to live free
And own our own bodies…