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There's a kid crying on the street
His hands are dirty and his clothes are worn
The rocks dig in to his shoeless feet
The passersby look at him with disdain and scorn

Welcome to the future, beautiful, shining bright
Economic prowess brings meaning to our lives
Our machines of profit neglect the cogs below
Our bank accounts rise quickly, intelligence so slow

There is a man wiping spit from off his face
The life on the street is not the one he had chose
His Harvard MbA now seems such a waste
He lost his job to robots, sometimes that's the way it goes

Welcome to the future, beautiful, shining bright
Economic prowess brings meaning to our lives
Our machines of profit neglect the cogs below
Our bank accounts rise quickly, intelligence so slow

There is a kid dying on the street
His hands are bloody and his clothes are torn
Beaten by some other kids for scraps he had to eat
Another life is taken so soon after it's born.