The end of dreams doesn't happen,
In a moment of despair
It's the grinding down in endless days,
Your spirit beyond repair

The doors slam shut at every turn,
You don't have any class
Invisible in the dying days,
Of a cultural impasse

Should you chafe in rags,
And accept the situation
Or join a revolution,
For social emancipation

The world is shrinking by the hour,
In mass communication
Every text a rebellion,
Against our annihilation