Giving poetry a stab

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues
From the books that we have read
And at the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare
We must stare
We must stare

We must take all the medicines
To expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist
Who sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing

While my mother waters plants
My father loads his gun
He said
Death will give us back to god
Just like the setting sun
Is returned to the lonesome ocean

We must blend in with the choir
Sing ecstatic with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers
And deny we have a soul
And in the endless race
For property and privilege to be won
We must run
We must run
We must run

We must hang up in the belfry
We're the bats and moon light laugh
We must look into a crystal ball
And only see the past
And into the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flash lights and our love
We must plunge
We must plunge
We must plunge

And then we'll get down to the very bottom of it
And we'll see it!
Oh we'll see it!
We'll see it!

Oh my mornings coming back
The whole worlds waking up
All the city busses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one...