| SEWAGE |
| Sit below my fellow soldiers Feel the twisted flow Beaming babies cry for meat As sisters never grow By and by we feel the pain Slowly all we crumble Feed consuming nothings For we can only mumble Breathe the breath of smoky times Give forgiveness never Death bypassed machinery To hear the sickness quiver Hurt our fibreglass feelings Of freely withered words Purring kittens swept away While some are never heard Mass diseases walking On sidewalks paved with fear Of the truth we've walked away from When help is always near Yell for many dwellings Die for chemical peace Overflowing rivers brown Ignore the hurtful tease |
| Written early june 2001....at 03:00 On Ontario street |