He who sees without eyes,
he who’s earth and yet flies,
he who lives and yet dies,
who is he?
He who speaks without thought,
he whose theft is uncaught,
he who’s desperately sought,
who is he?
When the dreamtime comes to pass
we will be but one at last
In the midst of a city,
a tower stands,
its size beyond all comprehension,
and all round it,
there is a great spiral staircase,
swarmed with people all trying to reach the top,
which no one has.
The circus masters release the red beast,
its mane flowing, great fangs bared,
ready to take a bite out of the audience,
who convinced them to let it out of its cage
Scream! At the piles of rust!
Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!
Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!
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