They sing loud and noisy they dance naked and hungry they beat the drums they blow the trumets they scatter the dust from their stampeding feet.
They scatter the dust from their stampeding feet the dust of ignorance the dust of poverty the dust of cruelty and pain.
They scatter the dust from their stampeding feet the dust of hunger and shame
And callous human tendencies that trample innoncence and beauty and butcher sanity and morality at the alter of greed
The crucible of power the crude manifestation of the ignoble and atrocious
And they beat the drums.
They beat the drums and blow the trumpets they parade their influence and march in the charade the silent voices drowned in the tumultuous drumbeat of the pain and wretchedness of the anniversary march.
They sing loud and noisy they dance naked and hungry they beat the drums they blow the trumpets they scatter the dust from their stampeding feet.
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Posted - 26 Sep 2011 : 21:41:21
