The twisted branch, it does want
a ray of hope, a beam of light.
Its so dark in here,
even flowers compelled to fight
the selfish source
sends down only code of morse
emancipation nowhere near
hooligans everywhere, I fear
the old tree, to set it free
does not need the sun,
the fire makes it now burn.
Its so dark in here
emancipation nowhere near
all which seems right
needs a ferocious fight
now nothing can be done at noon,
Go, bring me the mild amber moon.