SONGS OF THE PEASANTS.
My kinship pet, I’m in sorrow
Under your rule as you romance
In the marge with heart queen
While we are begging your masters.
My kinship pet, I’m in torture
Under your rule as you sleep
In the palace of rich and bliss
As we dry in the desert sun.
My kinship pet, I’m in wage war
Under your rule as you snigger
In the bar with tomboys and harlots
Yet we’re coaxed to cash-in like animals.
My kinship pet, I’m in hunger
Under your rule as you embezzle
In the darkness with the demons
While we’re walking in rocks like dogs.
My kinship pet, I’m in coma
Under your rule as you paradise
In the treated breeze and no fly zone
As we always breathe in a dicey environment.
My kinship pet, I’m sinking towards abyss
Under your rule as you chopper in azure
Lying to God how we’re feeling wonderful
Yet we’re submerging in the sea with no paddles.