I will gather you
From under their bridges
From their prisons
From their shelters
From their electronic pillories
And from their streets where you wander
looking for warmth and for something to
dull the pain and for a reason to live
And you and you and you and I will
I will disclose to you the three things that are
break those fat pillars
on which their huge and
crushing edifice is built:
We must not swallow their shit.
We must not hide from out friends.
We must regale them with little disharmonies
that slip into their minds like diminutive
trojan horses full of fire-flies that are
noticed too late to prevent their enlightenment.