I made a last ditch attempt
to gain justice from finality
There ain't no pigs
in control of the farm
proletariat are worried
the birds are alarmed
the cockerels of the bourgeoisie
go cock of the walk
But its bread and circus'
they want
not God Knives and forks
There's sinews of power
struggling to be heard
Ain't nothing in particular
Sorry is a regular word
So frequent in the parlours
it's served with a cocktail
But the waitress is on strike
And I can't hear myself think
I stand by the piano
the blind tuners tinkering tink
the city is on fire
this is not where the judges come to drink
So I set down my own laws
in a tablet of stone
but they're easily broken
like human bone
They refer to the just wars
and pockets of rice
which America have borrowed
and so China look twice
It's a dirty plot
someone's running the game
but you 've gotta be in it
else you might go insane
When I walked to the hill tops
and walked in the bowers
the Chiming sounds of bells
I heard in the moral towers
Lords and lady's of the hedgerows
invited me to court
And there I lay with fairies
and dragonfly's me they escort
The tomes are shattered on the steps
the nightingale's song flows on
but like rivers' depths
the bird's drowned song
in tormented twists
like tormentile throngs
and jesters wear the masks of men
In animal spirits they rise again
The king is dead
the queen will follow
But so lives summer merrily
As she sleeps on the wing of a swallow
Ten thousand earths
are buried near
And human flesh is
soon to appear
on the coat of the stag
who does battle in spring
In the guise of a rat
who rattles like a Cobra king
mooring at the water's edge
where reeds mark man's emotions
like the scars of a lover's pledge
to die forever
or never live for tomorrow
As the forget me nots come out
I cannot feel ought but sorrow
