Songs of the Peasants

SONGS OF THE PEASANTS. My kinship pet, I’m in sorrow Under your rule as you romance In the marge with heart queen While we are begging your masters. My kinship pet, I’m in torture Under your rule as you sleep In the palace of rich and bliss As we dry in the desert sun. My kinship pet, I’m in wage war Under your rule as you snigger In the bar with tomboys and harlots Yet we’re coaxed to cash-in like animals. My kinship pet, I’m in hunger Under your rule as you embezzle In the darkness with the demons While we’re walking in rocks like dogs. My kinship pet, I’m in coma Under your rule as you paradise In the treated breeze and no fly zone As we always breathe in a dicey environment. My kinship pet, I’m sinking towards abyss Under your rule as you chopper in azure Lying to God how we’re feeling wonderful Yet we’re submerging in the sea with no paddles.

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