Inequality Killed Me

Count to ten and watch the blood,
As it drips from my wrist.
In it I've written a few things,
We could call it a list.

A list of the things I'd die for,
So it seemed fitting that they kill me.
I'll die from there presence on my wrist,
They'll be what set me free.

My family, my friends, my life,
Will all be left behind.
But this is about me, not them,
And how my heart was intertwined.

It was caught up with the bulls***,
Of a life it couldn't stand.
With inequality present and fighting,
It was like this life was planned.

But it wasn't set-up for the middleman,
Or the man at the bottom.
It was designed strictly for the rich,
The rest were conveniently forgotten.

So yes, I will die tonight,
The blood on the hands of the fortunate.
Let them fight it all they want,
See what their imaginations will create.