All your false securities will not protect you in any degree when the Man descends from the sky to see if he or she or them or we will surrender to him finally and gather all most nobly beneath the sun, the Eden tree and bid that man must bend the knee. Will we cast aside our crowns, our pride and recognize that what we idolize - the dollar bill, the satyrized faked-out phoney false franchise that man has made as a disguise to keep distracted the hungry eyes - will not serve to get us by but to keep us down and cold and empty?
A verse inspired by Bob Dylan's "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)."