The Machine Is Broken

the machine is broken its gears run on hush
fed by the hands that we once learned to trust
it speaks of reform it whispers of change
but power and greed always end up the same
 
it fattens on taxes it feasts on the weak
it builds up the castles where so few eat
it tells us we matter it begs for our grace
then steals in the dark with a mask on its face
 
they call it progress they call it fair
but power is hungry it will never share
the votes keep it turning the lies keep it strong
while the people who built it keep dragging along
 
the machine is broken yet still it remains
to remind the less spoken
greed will not change