Jellied bodies jellied minds
bring the mould and shape the thoughts
icy eyes in different colours
thin lips give room to snake slimy tongues
the cold blooded living stiffs
daggers in limp claws they maraud in numbers
lily-livered cowards united
see the belly crawlers loose in their concrete jungle  
the bottom feeders are at war
theirs is not to question theirs is to do as ordered to do
labour of duty in its neon of momentum
after all they find equality in restraint and blind servitude
in their creed of ignorance
as they worship in their gospel of envy they scream noisily
for equal sharing of their miseries