Inconspicuous as vanity
And as ***** as prostitution
We chant a wild song.
Change, we call for
Peace, we beg for.
But neither arrives in such a
Golden coach
Without the snake which
rides around the neck of
Our future.
Riots erupt into
Desperate silence
As the snake tightens
His grip.
All he says,
He says,
He says:
It is all we can do
For peace.
You, the people,
You, the righteous people,
Pulled the trigger on
Change.
You, the good people
Released the snake
Which your grandparents
Locked up.
I know only
Change.
And you will know only
Peace
From now on.

God save your souls.