My feet have lost intention
Having tortured eternities rocks
Accompanied by morons
In babbling ceaseless walks
My ears transverse the highways
Suctioned with the earth
Observing of the bipeds
Surplacing truth with mirth
My heart embelched with blood
Fasting on stagnant loans
Ventricles lost in tandom
Love deprived by zones
My hands lie in starvation
Pulsating repressed expression
Freed from the right to work
By unionized regression
My mind engulfed by history
Fowled in the circling flight
Loses concept of all reason
In the senseless spiraled plight
Slavery impales its master
mayhem dissolves in light
Then Freedom slays its own
Paper voices biannual Tuesday nights
My eyes then rupture inward
Basking in relative light
Transcend back to the outward
Insignificant from the sight
Outward sees the rust
Inward feels the right
The Great Society leads onward
Adding darkness to the night