Lost degenerates with long coat and hood
Deep pockets carrying all you believe good,
Waste, filter through your hands touch and grab
Make sure for certain recheck you still have,
Lost in the day with your routine and time
Check all your pockets is all still fine?
Emptied, used or lost, it is not well,
Fear not for capitalism! We’ll get the hard sell!
Lost degenerates you must have collapsed,
Where have you gone? They have no grasp!
Streets are emptied, derelict decayed,
We have the control, degenerates wrongly enraged.
Feel the wrath of us the degenerates of our times
We take heed in these troubles these political crimes,
You! With your tie and un-creased white shirt
Speaking of justice with head out the dirt,
Look at us when we are as clean as you!
Despondent from answers and lies we are roué,
We are the people the whole flock of this hour
The creators, the artists, the revolutionary power!
Seize all you can from the wisdom of old
Insert their knowledge, examine and remould,
They are naïve to the present destruction
Lost in their affirmations with corruption.
Lost degenerates with long coat and hood
Deep pockets carrying all you believe good,
Realise the old clock has past its time
Has ticked for too long and lost its chime,
Globalisation has been born and sprung
Has woven its web and meticulously spun,
Run ragged with pride, gluttony and greed,
They have ripped all nations to let the vultures feed,
Degenerates take of your coat, let down your hood
Speak proudly of the fighters, who previously stood,
Surrender nothing to their power of will,
You are the freeman of democracy read the bill!
We are the lost degenerates who’ve been suppressed!
We have watched with heartache the nation regressed!
Let us all be one and one for all, let us pick up all who fall!
Let us march together now with frenetic stimulation
Let us spread shanti in each and every nation.
By Thomas.c.Batten