Shine Like Gold

And in the night you shine like gold

A beam of light under the fold

Heat radiates from your pores, your skin

A huddled sum cut much too thin.

The streets are full, the pantries bare.

Fools, they pull with little care,

Tug on the strings of the heartless,

Decrees that bring about this decrepit mess. 

The masses fill the town square, faces hidden with masks.

They scream for that which is fair, a democratic collapse.

One man stands alone, one man stripped down to bone.

A man that sings a different tone, a man immortalized in stone.

The man who lived outside the lie, the man who escaped the mackerel sky.

He who denied the blinding eye, he, the one, who refused to die.