warm soup, cold grave

We keep them warm 

and feed them soup

to save them from the cold outside

As if the cold was not inside

from babies to the slaves

We strip their flesh

and read their bones

to see what next week holds in store

In spite of any holy site

from cradle to the grave

We keep their jobs

and tasks to do

to keep them prone to suicide

and who decides to live and die

is faithful to the wage