What part of you gets fat,
When children lie in waste ?
Flies in their eyes, nothing on their minds
What part of you swells,
When bridges mass with leavers?
Foam on the street, chill in the hearth
Once it was, others cattle in our pens
For wealth, marriage and power to dispense
Food to waste and drink of ferment.
What part of you burns,
When day is a dream gone to waste?
Measured in what’s lost, what to regain
What part of you fears the night
Of shadows incited, insurrecting ?
As with Caesar: to us our Rights.