Chains of Choice: The Modern Serf's Carol [AI Music]

[Verse 1]
In times of old when lords did reign,
And serfs did toil for feudal gain,
Now suits march forth in morning's dew,
The boardroom’s call, the many serve the few.

[Chorus]
Oh hear, oh hear, through office pane,
The modern age but serfs remain,
Choose your lord, your place assume,
In glassy towers or tiny room.

[Verse 2]
The silver spoon doth pave the way,
For heirs and kin where gold doth sway,
Inherited, the wealth’s embrace,
Sets forth the youth in life’s long race.

[Chorus]
Oh hear, oh hear, through office pane,
The modern age but serfs remain,
Choose your lord, your place assume,
In glassy towers or tiny room.

[Verse 3]
The taxman comes with silent tread,
Where once the lord his serfs did wed,
To land and liege, bound by the fee,
Now paycheck cut before ye see.

[Chorus]
Oh hear, oh hear, through office pane,
The modern age but serfs remain,
Choose your lord, your place assume,
In glassy towers or tiny room.

[Bridge]
Yet here we stand, no chain nor fief,
With open gates, yet still, relief,
Is far and faint, we toil and wish,
For change to come, break every dish.

[Verse 4]
For nought has changed yet all's anew,
With lords in ties and screens in view,
We choose our chains, our bonds we pick,
In hope we rise, through thin and thick.

[Chorus]
Oh hear, oh hear, through office pane,
The modern age but serfs remain,
Choose your lord, your place assume,
In glassy towers or tiny room.