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O mad city street lights, o raving profits of economic industry

You pass by with a mad glance, a weary spirit, a dry-cleaned conscience and matching tie

You love and you live within the confines of your own subjective ordinances

Your pocketbook processor has a great sense of humor and you laugh as you use it to cheat on your commerce

 

O stony temples, o steel towers of modern economic might

Your shadow casts an intoxicating spell on the passers by

Your sheer size is a testament to the mighty power of symbolism in the 21st century

You make me shudder, I am fearful of such tactical employment of ideologies

 

Where is your briefcase one shouts, within the confines of his own head

A dark brooding image of what this environment can do to the weak of smile

Another passes, a blank slate elevator operator any

middle class mother would be proud of

Off to tend to the piles of papers that need authorizing

 

This I say with conviction amongst the roaring current of politics

and poorly established foundations

Delight not in the neon caskets or people made out of plastic

Walk not in cash can alleys or credit card rallies

Allow the banks not to get in close with their shanks, for they wait close by with hungry eyes

 

Starving, desolate, incessant

As I recall this is how we were first found when awaken from our slumber

This is how come our harvests were made to wither and die so

the fat cats could sit on high

This is the chain that was broken when the true words were spoken, and many have spoken.

 

The roaring, crashing waves, awaken poets from the grave

The inspired writer’s speech now gives life to those who teach

And the prophet's mighty cry calls forth heaven from the sky

And all these things in time, all these things in time

 

Cower not neath your towers, o ye princes of the dollar

Nor queens of corporate lore, lifeblood of the department store

For there exists a key, for those who wish to be set free

And all that need be done, is embrace the new day’s sun