The Righteous One Has No Sense Of

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

To Live Means To Finesse The Processes To Which One Is Subjugated.

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.

A Good Soldier Has His Heart And Soul In It. When He Receives An Order, He Gets A Hard On, And When He Drives His Lance Through His Enemy's Guts, He Comes.

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.