A Billion Served - Dear Leader

Billion served (a macdonalds reference):

size
the biggest gets a prize
i can see it in their eyes
possessed and haunted by the need to devour
arms
raised on factory farms 
babies sound alarms
as they feast on the flesh of tomorrow 
there are traces of our tears
in the ocean
there are traces of our cries in the air
and they mix the mind control with some sugar 

a billion served got the hunger... 

deception
keep the public engaged
with the stars of screen and stage
while you sleep
the wolves will creep,kill and slaughter 

JOBS
service with a smile
SEVEN BUCKS an HOUR
maybe we should plan for the future 

there are traces...