Heard in a hearing and a trial by jury.
Convicted of malevolence and unbridled fury.
Sentenced from hell to a subsidiary division.
Hallucinating in a cell and tormented by this vision.

I see...

Tall stacks altering the paths of migrating birds.
Their smoke billows and buffaloes across the sky in eclipsing herds.
And, the furnace from which this smog does rise
Consumes the strongest  will and pollutes the minds of the wise.

From the community the industrialist extracts a resource from birth
Underpaid workers burn it in the furnace not realizing its worth.
Profitting from power generated from fossilized fools.
Their resourceful dreams fuel his in a game with capitalist rules.

Retreating from a reality more vivid than opaque,
The worker escapes into the smoke-filled mind of the sedated.
Here, he can uphold the holy or violate taboos of all manner or make
Before he soberly surrenders again to the mines he has so silently hated.