in the ordinariness of fodders
shamed and disgraced dots
downs to always so down
from wombs a'begging
in miseries they so sing
hot hallelujah choruses
masking inadequacies
life scarred  wounds
always burning red
restricted dud minds
bubbling arid hate
so what have we
to lose but chains
fight, fight fight
for your right
to be beneath
contempt
fight on
its your
job