One-Eyed

Kill this channel

- it needs to be switched

I offer a vendetta in exchange

for a split second to blink

In exchange for

a split second to blink

Dragged from view,

so no split second to blink

Hide the hovels,

give not a split second to blink

Kill this channel - less for more

lifestyle stink

I spread out saved silver

In exchange for the broken spirits

toward whom I won't blink

I stockpile for the impending...

what?

But who's paying?

Who is paying?

But who's paying

Lift the lid and it dawns

- who's paying?

Bereft, desperate, the belittled,

the devalued to no value

- they are paying

Should stoop ever lower,

bow and scrape - they are paying

So take a split second to know

that abolition didn't lift them

off their knees

From plantation, transplantation

behind suburban curtains

The upshot of their exertions

a vacuum-packed ambivalence

Get them off their knees!