A day, at last to sit and practise music
that brings the earnings but only in part.
Art stands relegated now more than ever.
Why do we have to tolerate this nonsense
called neoliberalism, seeking always
to disrupt tactile blocks holding a piteous
community! The dreams are lost of late,
dreams of a haven, happiness and love —
the proletariat’s restrained by sprawling
capitalist poison vines — pestilence!
What ways are left to fight this compelled war
against the gilded rich, their exploitative
practices that destroy the gentle souls of
workers — hard working, poorest writers of song.
For shame, for shame! Unhand me and my brethren.
Give us our dignity, let us live freely.
charming or tedious 