I know what it feels like
To take on a loan that you don’t
Fully understand to step into a dream
That was shoved down your throat
You sign it when you’re young and
Impressionable, you think banks are your best friend,
Helping you out, you don’t even know who you are yet,
But you’re supposed to learn and study,
Make it out to make it back in, to suffocate,
You are full of life and hope and secure that the
World will work out according to the plan
According to the system that we never felt
Compelled to enter and yet, we were told
This is how things are done and achieved
By the outside world, every step along the way,
Money, always money in the hearts, money at the
Forefront, money ruling over people, and you had
The happiest years at university, then you fell back
Into the cold lap of a reality that wasn’t yours,
Being told that you don’t have a lot of options,
That you’re enslaved by your student debt,
That’s the world we live in too, where the pressure
Of unflinching banks and their sick lifestyles forces you into a depression,
A sense of powerlessness, unworthiness, fear, dehumanising cooperation,
Where one thing leads to another thing leads to another
And men in their twenties jump off bridges
Because it’s all too much, because they are themselves and tried to enter
A system of conformity, of endless tones of stinking grey,
Sinking, sinking in, drowning themselves in monotony,
Money, money was scary, this enormous sum, a dream,
A nightmare, growing heavier and closer, living and
Working only to pay it back, pay it all back, selling your soul
That shone so brightly during your free years at university, as a young boy,
It is a crime, it is a crime, it is a crime, it is a crime,
To make it this far only to face a culture that is already dead
And demands more souls to feast on
This system that fails us as human beings who have so much more to offer
And when are we going to open our eyes and say no to this imposed dysfunction?
Croque-Melpomene 