A willing billing called security
Has brought the lot of us to our knees
Drowning in harassment, embarrassment and shame
Carrying sagged bagged chains in claim
To a world hurled far from us
.
A beating drum in the seating hums
Low and slow, to and fro
Standing in rain, commanding the drain
Of the hands of power. Now sand, once flowers
A bright new world finally hurled right in front of us
