Forsooth, I Am An Uncouth Youth

Forsooth– I am an uncouth youth;
Without a molecular grain of truth
Dripping through my veins I sit aloof.
We withdraw by the masses
and nothing by nothing
the world remains the same.

Forsooth– I am an uncouth youth
With the passion to scream the truth
From all sides of this city, from every roof
To make them listen, to make them hear
And by every drop we bleed,
A drop of truth finds the street.

The End

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