The stretched hands of a peace sign crossed
the shiny red crane of the new social order.
I shut my eyes not to see
the whirling body of the forth class citizen
striving for shade on a sunny pavement of my country.
Is there a bottom line that your dignity would hit
when you cease to be human,
and become living meat,
an animal roasting on the cement of the city?
the shiny red crane of the new social order.
I shut my eyes not to see
the whirling body of the forth class citizen
striving for shade on a sunny pavement of my country.
Is there a bottom line that your dignity would hit
when you cease to be human,
and become living meat,
an animal roasting on the cement of the city?
