So many appear to have lost the plot

You sat
on your arses
you sat on your hands
nobody there
really understands
the pain and the woeful behaviour
that we
know what goes on
in the vast factory

once there were farms
great green swords of grass
natural and fresh
nothing could pass
cows, sheep and horses
who played naturally
with the sun on their backs
and a warm tapestry

then came the banketer’s
the corporate goons
who balanced the sheets
and burst our balloons
they cut us to size
we became lesser souls
things, just commodities
paradigms, goals
budgets and boundaries
that’s when it changed
then the people around us
just seemed deranged

lets cut to the quick
to the chase
to the core
they sat on their arses
expecting much more
cutting the costs
torturing souls
dropping the standards
scoring some goals

making more money
for shareholders, who
care nothing for us
just how much they can screw
out of, all and sundry
we commodities
lost in your darkness
alone if you please