In This Criminal Factory- Named Society
Inhumane
Constantly In Pain
Destroying Our Soil, Our Water, Our Air
Don't Be Afraid
Indeed Are All Going Quietly Insane
For Insanity Is Sanity
This Is Not Reality
That Should Be Accepted So Submissively
Take In The Energy
The Stares
And The Blood That Hangs In The Air
Like The Smell Of A Rug That Has Rotted For Years
Beneath Soil
Beneath Mud
Beneath Tears
Our Bodies Are Breaking
And So Our Our Hearts
When Our Sisters And Brothers Are Enchained
We Have Not The Right To Sidestep And Be Sane
It Is Those Who Seem Sane
That Neglect Their Own Soul
How Can We, Less Wicked We Be,
Delight In Our Wealth, Our Heirs, Our Profits, Our Fairs
While Still More, We Watch Those Starve
With Designer Symbols On Our Arms?
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