Change Grips Me change grips me in a hold capitalism will not be told socialism, has been sold and i … More

a person i once was
or knew,
my self has come away
and i am losing glue

home revolutionaries
the passive left
all pretending to be my friends

and i am used –
to a kind of disorder
amongst the places of my being

i must hide it well
would you like to look?
i hid the key,
in your favourite book

balloons,
they are popping in the sky
those that benefit the most
just ask us why