Birth + Life + Death = Afterlife

Who holds the secrets to life?
Who dangles us on the edge of a knife?
Wanting to stab us all
That's not right
Nobody getting paid what they should
Low wages for the good
High wages for the greedy and bad
No wonder we go demented and mad
Working all year around
For less than a month off
Managers take all the time they want
They must think that we soft
A number and not a name
Cogs in the machine
The way I've seen some treated
Disgusting and obscene
It was all a dream
Being a kid and full of innocence
Then we grow to be an adult
It gets more intense
All money orientated until death
The afterlife better shed some light
On why so much shit on the ground
Clearly not alright
But I hope it happens before then
Even if we have to fight