The sea is full of thunder
The sky rolls by in waves
The poor must eat their poverty
The rest have willing slaves

The rumbling in the alley
Is the gleaners in the bins
The one who works the hardest
May not be the one who wins

The land is made of tinder
The trees tease out their heads
Some people sleep in satin sheets
Some wish that they had beds

The institutions flex their minds
The buildings hear and see
The people are all burning up
The birds fly to be free

The past is vast and shady
The future is unclear
The present moment slips away
Before it can appear

  1. maybe put that one to moozik… voyons voir.

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