what is it worth if our struggle becomes
a straight jacket for our bored minds
if it's just a separate act
to get the bad taste out of our mouths?

a threat to yourself
or a threat to your own conveniences?

equal rights and piece of comfort
brings the right sense of responsibility?
nonsense kills, yet enough content
a working class hero
a life well spent...

dare to live and struggle forward
to your own dream
the impossible
don't let this be just a separate act
to dance away the pain...