in times current trepidation, again the black banner raises Cry for the fruitless death, deaths of innocents the bullet grazes I see a hollow people, emaciated to the bureau of corporations Find your keeper underneath benign fatalists Fate speaks her words softly, almost unheard Succor of love, find my souls safe keep, kiss given ecstatic, cured I seek no less than the sonnets refrain to please me Undaunted, vociferous prattler sing of malice, do you see A people determined to be Living to only be free From the corporate fascists Their gears turned by blind machinists Fear not the scorched blades of death Rise for betterment, uplifting struggle, speak the people! Tranquilize the oppressor, empower the trodden Poverty-less we will be, our Lords rule, for us to feed on fodder Resistance, to the corporate controllers The food of liberty generated by oneself Each person must grab freedom, Revolution far concluded, by the self chorus: We will change history the people will be free Not drown in misery the people will be free
