They want this

They want us to strive
Though some won’t survive
They want us to need
Though all they could feed
The need keeps them rich
Keeps the poor in the ditch 
There’s enough to go ‘round
If their plan we could confound
They have way more money
Than one man could spend
Thereby reins of power
They keep in their hand
The madness spins on
Though we are all one
We stand at the brink
Why can’t they just THINK?

Joanne Oliver