Running away From modern-day Rome My soul is knackered as I roam. Far from the city I do flee, But every place I seek Their eyes are on me. In this land where we once were free We live in a prison ever serene; Serving corporations Upon our knees, They finance prisons From sea to sea. I gesticulate for all to see, Serfdom's fate is where they’ll be: Self-entitled ignorance Blinds their means.
From the Book
FIRESTORM, When History is Erased