Napalm Death

...you weren't born with the world
falling at your feet -
The path is long and agonizing
being dragged on your knees.
...and the silver spoon in your mouth
tastes spoilt with rust.
When all that glitters isn't gold
and fortunes turn to dust.
You're prime for the raping.
And when you don't pander
to meet the agenda,
scavengers
start to gather.
Perverse visionaries taste the lather ;
the just rewards in controlled rebellion.