letters to the blindmen - 1994
battle song of the drudge
dear boss it has been fifteen miserable years since i started laying eggs in your factory of dread but i can no longer live among the dead i brought a piece of sun to work one day and you crumbled it in my lap informing me "there's no place for that here"i said nothing just stepped into my box to shred another dream in your ruthless machine i brought a strand of fire to work one day and you strangled it with a wet blanket of words "there's no call for that here"i said nothing just stepped into my box to weave another ribbon for your basket of greed i brought an hourglass of belief to work one day and you crushed it under your miser's heel telling me god's time is wrong god does not understand how things work keep god out of it god does not know the score i said nothing i said nothing i said nothing i brought a vial of justice to work one day and splashed it at your feet "there's no place for truth here"you started to say but i took my heart from the servant's shell unwrapped the power from my years of silence and lit the match of revolution i heard the crackle of wood and straw as the house of your scarecrows burned and the shriek of the phoenix as i arose from the ashes
Posted on décembre 06, 2001 10:16 PM