the meek of my world. Arise, set them free.
Seize the towers of the rich. Rock the tyrannies.
the slaves: ignite them. Instill a faith that rocks.
Teach the feeble sparrow to fight the taloned hawk.
belongs to the people; their kingdom has come.
Destroy the totems of tyranny; their history is
do the toiling peasants reap death and misery?
Capture the granite castles. Seize the granaries.
do they disconnect the worshippers from me?
I do not need priests to parse my words for me.
have no use for gilded walls and ornamented frieze.
Build me a tabernacle with mud, thatch and leaves.
age of smokes and mirrors: is this modernity?
Move the poet: make him rage. Hitch him to Eternity.