Labels Define Us

Selling plastic coated fabric
Maverick players are ecstatic rats
With franchise stores and whoreing hoards of units -
Empty smiling faces
Giving nothing real to children
With the one-eyed seal of blindness
No such thing as human kindness anymore
Labels define us
Finding consolation in the death of other nations freedoms
Sweating blood and tears like raindrops
Falling on the roofs of sweatshops

by Andy Wood

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This is so true, everyone wants to label everyone else, better to resist and fight it.