Now my skin is turning brown,
My hair, back to blond,
I’ve thinned down,
The dust is off,
The thoughts clear,
Confinement configuration,
Revolution in the air,
Are you angry?
Well,
You ought to be,
For it’s not black,
brown,
white,
yellow,
Leather,
It’s respect,
Integrity,
Accountability,
That matter,
So,
smash the windows of parliament,
Hang the hoarders
And
Take their possession
But look, think, reason, listen,
Stop,
Look, think, listen, reason
Then decide,
What to keep,
Or
Toss
Confinement Configuration
