soon oh so soon
i shall look to the moon
to the stars on a cool afternoon

waking to flowers that bloom
smelling hope not the doom
for the earth is our room

belonging to everyone not whom

puts a flag
scores of bags
full with the bodies
an worthless commodities
not fit for the degrees

that pass in a breeze
make way of the trees
to wipe the **** from your knees

we're kneeling again
lost our own origin
thinking out our ***

speak of the crass
headless can pass
our eyes are fixed on the cash