Primitive Rebels
We've been shadowed for too long now,
our history of creativity,
international acknowledgement of our past ingenuity,
filtered through a sieve until we become the people
we do not want to become.
The spirit of our unicorn chained, pinned down by the lion
and the guards of the crown.
World poverty, corruption and inequality,
negative grids of electricity,
stretch under the clouds of western society.
we want to eat, we want to break bread,
but we struggle to do so until the hierarchy's dead.
