Both bricks and deeds,
make place, so rotten,
country bleeds,
becomes forgotten,
their deals invade,
without permission,
we bathe in shade,
rape’s intermission,
cruel pantomime,
pains the screens,
no vote is kind,
they mute the screams,
that could rebuild,
but they say, “no!”
their laws don’t yield,
thus, nothing grows,
for badge lapels,
love procedure,
create our hells,
with smug demeanour,
hence, living dead,
install and rule,
all air heads,
who play the fool.