It’s a new slaveholding age
Stale air of lassitude
Only real madness could
Stir this swamp

Splashes of the city lights,
Soigné children, carefree guys,
Were going by till the evening came
Behind the window of my van

And coward knight stood further off
In silly law he must be my foe
He entered the hypocrite game
Not like a fox
But like a slave
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