March On

Author's Note

I march for peace
While children starve
Dying in the streets
While fat old men
Feast on frankinfood
In ivory towers
And drive their
Suburban assault vehicles
Fueled by the blood
Of the mother’s children

I march for justice
While the worlds youth
Kill each other
For forgotten pointless reasons
And gray-haired fat cats
Place the masses
On rat wheels
Used to power the infernal machine

I march for lost hope
While the earth dies
And the goddess cries
To see it torn
Ravaged and parceled
To feed the bloated bellies
Of the corprocrates
Pillaged and divided
Among the spoiled
Wasted heirs
Of aristocratic hypocrisy

I march to break down
The establishment
Rocks against glass
Foolish palaces crumble-gilded towers fall
The rat wheel tumbles
Erase what we know
Topple it to the ground
Purify—wipe the slate clean
March to a new drum
Tear the fabric of convention
Gather the world and build a new dawn