Nathanael Smith

What is manBut a machineBorn to serveOur regime, A fixed quotaTo be doggedAnd taggedWatch like a hawkJust to complyOr dieBy our demandsTo the rightsOf your lands, We did notBribe the worldIn bulkJust to let it slipFrom our handsThe worldIs oursAnd we willRule itWith an iron fist!!!