The State Owns You Poem by Kelvin Rush

Born to the state that's what you are
There's no debate you know the score
As soon as you arrive they take control
They want your blood your heart your soul

Register your name date and time
Enter the game you can't decline
If you try to escape you'll be in trouble
They'll knock you down and burst your bubble

They'll fill your mind with nonsense past
Your independence will not last
A brainwashed child without a hope
Abused unloved too weak to cope

They'll keep you under lock and key
They'll own your life you'll never be free
You'll be confused lost and alone
No real purpose just skin and bone

They'll pretend to act on your behalf
Then wrap you in the Nationalist scarf
Create the problems then offer the solution
Then march you into the state institution

You'll live a life of drama and stress
On medication isolated depressed
Pushed around like docile cattle
Unstable unable to fight your battle

You'll run so fast but never get far
One step away from the abattoir
You'll never know who you really are
Born to the state that's what you are