I dreamed a class of history When I was riding on my bike.
A giant man was tussling a fierce lion The one wins, eats the other- Shortest tale of Darwin's theory; The one fits, survives.
Group of men killing the other under the crowns of kings Winning flag slaves the losing flag Dirtiest game of thrones; The one wins, rules.
I winked- Emaciated begging hands are stretched along the roads On which I have been travelling; I have been riding over corpses of people starved to death.
I am scared now: What kinda dream my daughter gets About me and about us? Are you too scared, now?
I tried to tell that we are not lesser the than people who warred and killed other people. Our war is a form of CLASS. This a Class Struggle. I think, our next generation will think the same way as we are thinking about our predecessors.