Looking into the distance I see the marauder coming Riding on judiciary Riding on the ignorant In fury he fast approaches First to pact with the virtuous Probable stumbling blocks he says The ignorant commemorate his autonomy In sacrifice they...

Out of bullets, tears and blood shed I construct sense, my sense tenements are gentrified to make space for diplaced benefits and morals, misplaced by pens, a warrior's fist is an open hand asking for change, crumbs and overstanding. March...