Do the worm on the Acropolis Slam dance the cosmopolis
Hungry darkness of living Who will thirst in the pit? She spent a lifetime deciding And the years seemed like friends But dreams begin like the end
Not tear gas nor baton charge That stops you taking the city
Sprayed pest from the nest Forced to watch at the feast
The ghetto prince of gutter poets Was bounced out of the room By the bodyguards of greed His words like flamethrowers Burnt the ghettos in their chests His face was painted whiter
On the great ship of progress The crew can't find the brake The admiral snores command Submarines boil in oceans While the armies fight with suns