requiem for a dead dream

I am not a holder,but this Soap Opera has had me intrigued for quite some time.

Requiem for a dead dream

Where did we go so wrong?
What feeble manner of dreams are these,
that lead us to dig further into the Mire
of becoming everything we despised?

Remember when we pictured affluence with no cost,
Gain with no toil,
And freedom with no exchange.

Now all we are is links in a chain with no end,
And the weight of cruel steel curves our spine,
While pestilent Masters cast drops of water,
to taunt our parched tongues with dreams of sated thirst.

Everything we spurned has become the crutch on which we lean
so heavily,
Broken down and dejected.
As each day is filed into the mindless haze of wasted hours
that has become the lives we live,
Still we work, still we sweat, still we bleed,

Everything you know is necessity.
Everything you have costs everything you are.
The price of living is your soul,
The entry fee for your wasted Utopia
Is the shattered remains of your long exhausted fantasies.

We are no more than morsels for the Beast.
Everything you think and say and do and feel
Is no more, now, than the requiem for your dead dreams.