Humanity, where is it?

Is this Humanity? The foolish acquiescence
of the Many in the Few, oh no
In a God's mask, in a God's skin:

Are we not preaching idolatry
When we talk of the independence of nations?

Even I once, aspiring to be a hero,
thought dying for death's sake made one a hero.


Free markets are only for the lunatic asylums
When there are still taxes and tariffs that destroy
And it is the bullet or the bomb - the State's littlest friends
That dictate the throbbing heart
Of the index - where even I once thought
that non-existent axioms and false beliefs
were keys to building
castles in the air
or cities in the wilderness alongside...

...the idiots,
smoking their sickly sweet shit
in rolls, insensate minds,
Afraid of freedom, of fresh air
or otherwise reading it out
to strangers whom they don't know,...
or the cowards who enjoy the sight of red,
They fear the night, they fear the rain
But do not understand
it is the rainy night that washes the day clean
and absolves it of sin. Oh, if you but knew it!

fools and idiots, chasing the red and blue
flashes as they light up
the artificial paradise of the global bourse,

the shareholders who waste away like fruit
that decayed away on the branch
Living their lives for nothing but to earn more,
to grow some more, yea, perhaps
around their bellies, not their spirits


but that is all - these are the cursed lot of the hippies
who have squared - I mean, squandered
the Revolution that they loved, in the quest
for more mushrooms to build their houses on.