Ghost Dance

Ringing in your ears
The horrors of the day come out of the non-local sound machine
Dripping with fervor you become arid in your assertions
The hoarding of the sweat is a detriment to your honor
Dignity falls apart, but I remain integral
Seeing all the dimensions of the situation, the minister restrains his dogs
The policies hit the children again as they wake up
Demonstrably not all is wasted, but the profits are strewn over the fields
Columbus was the pestilence, horsemen of the apocalypse for the Americans
The Ghost Dance will be done again and bring down revolution; it will not be too long

As all this happens
You think only of your missing keys
You are taken by surprise
And brought to prison
Your modern consumer culture orientation
Is not valued by the interim chiefs
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