what do we do when we got the world strung out on
papers and shrill vapours eliminate the need to breathe
easy it may seem to walk among the needy and living
freely the famous spend their oxy on all the things

we don’t need to live or die this way
we wonder why they stay alive when really
they wish to die like the rest of the working men and
women can’t believe the men and the men can’t
live without the women that bring them joy freedom
a ploy to bring them and bind them in darkness

sing to them and find them wanting more and
more each day we fall deeper into trivial tastes and
a dream we have long forgotten

Gabriel Michael Selwyn Francis


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