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!