They walk, draping the skin of earth,
The blood thirsty men of the mind.
Do they know, they suck like leeches -
Cowering men of your kind.
I am not one of them,
Nor am I one among you.
Hanging between, a vein, hearing pain
Of drum tearing shrill of centuries.
Kings lie at the top, thou at the bottom;
Pyramids change in every societal autumn.
On the next spring we shall be woken,
Flow reverses and earth shall be shaken.
Hail the Revolution of that day!!
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