Slave Number 666 Poem by Kelvin Rush

I'm nothing more than an ID number
Controlled and manipulated torn asunder
I'll show you my card to prove I exist
I'm slave number 666 I'm on your list

I need my card to buy clothes and food
I must show allegiance and gratitude
If I should challenge the rule of law
I'll be stalked and abused and shown the door

You know where I live you know what I do
You're everywhere I go you stick to me like glue
You know where I shop you know what I buy
You'll control my life until the day I die

You own my kids you feed their brain
You encourage the madness then inflict the pain
You create all the chaos then sit right back
You're as cunning as a fox ready to attack

Your biggest weapon is confusion and fear
You contaminate all life you interfere
You can't distinguish between right and wrong
Singing along to the same old song

You set the trap we take the bait
So docile and easy to manipulate
We follow like sheep straight over the cliff
We land in a heap lifeless and stiff

Yet more human garbage never to be missed
I was slave number 666 take me off your list