Anger and mayhem

Angry
it’s hard not to feel that,
born in the filth of each day,
into a shit ridden
exhaustive cage
beaten and fed on dismay

My wings broke
and tattered
and rotten
Crowded conditions
that stank,
Shitting and laying
but no time for praying
The whole nasty cage was just rank

In everyone’s slop,
it was wretched
I mean to say
Hell was on earth,
broken and bleeding
where we were feeding
in essence we just had no worth.

Corporate mayhem
An evil desire
Caught up in ugliness
A burning fire
Of resentment and smouldering
A lust darkened hole
Broken and tortured toxic and tortured
For every last soul.