Chorus
listlessness;
the silences of unkempt plenty.
united at once, we celebrate
punishment suffering many.
stare at the wallpaper,
what is sallow was once sunny.
scream day and night -- someday
you may find it funny.
ignorance is deathless;
of that we live among, amply.
gross awakening may separate
ourselves from citric effigy.
Strike down this moral castrator --
remember without sympathy!
stack high his tower with the bodies
of those he promised greatly.
Let the news print the names!
Hear the clapping in the streets!
But remember the chorus
The one percent sings.
This poem is about:
My country