fauxcroft

Not much time left

If this brutal life,

Best make most

Of this important time,

To cultivate rebellion

For the sake of the kids,

To fuck up the state

And take down the elites,

So I can then dwell

In golden verdant meadows,

And Chil in pastures if peace

Knowing I’d played my part,

While there is a beat in my heart,

Watching clouds above float by

Backed by a pure unpolluted sky,

Resting among dandelions and buttercups

As butterflies dance around me,

As I remember fucking the system up,

Leaving and creating a better place

Shared by all, genders, colours and race.