How long will i be
Like the underdog chained
To the dinning chair
To await falling crumbs?
How long will the cheerleaders
Make mockery of my bondage,
To caress the ribs
Of their Exellencies?
The putrid fart
of their Excellencies
Released from bulging bellies
Rumbled my bile,
And aroused me
To wage war
On their manacle.
The clang clang
Of their manacle,
Will someday summon
Soldiers in solidarity
To join me
To wage war on manacle.
If no soldiers
Join me in solidarity,
The clang clang
Of their manacle
Will continue to cling
To consciences.