The abominable castles in the sky
where innocence’s balloon was untied
to the breaches of humanity shanghaied
The injustice of men is their bligh
A lamb’s bleating will go unheard
above the illegitimate master’s word
Whose milk is their whey and curd?
Feeding the profane and absurd
Their wool occludes our vulnerable eyes
In our hands our fire ingloriously dies
The earth is purloined fallow, the air cries
Whose divinity has been sorely belied?
Their reprehensible power is their weapon
To relinquish it, they won’t let happen
Our lions and tigers are paper in the zoos
In unshackled wilderness, they won’t be let loose
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