Change my ways

I am caught. a wanderer in a maze
Interminable and long my lonesome path
Shall such malign confusion end my days?

Yet worse than this, is work that’s too  low paid
The people making clothes can show no wrath
They too are caught. like wanderers in a maze

Capital has made the East our slaves.
In the stores , grown women  grab and laugh
Shall such malign intrusion fill slaves’ days?

When we shop for clothes, they say we graze
When we buy the clothes who hires the staff?
We are caught. like wanderers in a maze

The only way to make things right is war
The Asians will be coming ,no use Mass.
Shall our malign intrusion end their way?

Wait, wait, they say, the bitterness will pass
But will our exploitation not harass?
I am a lonely wanderer in a maze
Shall my feeble fear not change my ways?