Run , Run, Run
Away before our time here is ended.
Or be crushed
on bending your will to their will,
Till you will have to sign
Over your will,
Willing them all your signs and fortunes.
And just when you think you can take a breath,
You trip and you fall and you'll be caught.
The test is simply of your legs,
Endurance and torture you will face.
You can't run
the race, without sufficient pace.
Run, run into
Find solace outside
of the race.
Hide and escape from the conglomerates,
Learn self-defence, stop
Living in the past tense,
Find smarts and sense, and
Learn to jump over the fence,
Find and fence the stolen pence.
But if you fancy
Living in the absence of violence,
Try and do it all in silence, or the pestilence,
Will catch up with your arguments
And force you to live out of tents, and in sheep pens.
So learn to sign yourself
For a hundred horrible deaths.