Life and its ups and downs.. ..towns Becoming cities Growing into Monstrosities.
People pushed together Like storms and weather They grumble Rumble And in this rabid dry tumble they come out All creased.
At least in the countryside where I reside We have fresh air that fills the lungs.. ..not forgetting the smell of fresh dung which they put on the crops And then sell to the shops Where the folk in the city can buy..vegetables to fry. Stirred?..I could cry.
Abominations of regulations..the world is insane. Takes in a deep breath And looks once again..it still looks the same.
Men in the banks..those corporate tanks..it's a war We fight on each and every side Even in these hamlets where the gentlefolk reside.
There's not a hope..no release.. ..from the unceasing march, of the shiny suits Who would with their boots seek to trample and tred.. ..and that being said, We should surrender?
Tender our resignation and in utter frustration go home. This is the New Rome we have built Guilt you can keep. I'm going to sleep Tomorrow is only a dream.