'here stake this claim this strange mad minute'

here stake this claim this strange mad minute

lay down a new oppression over kingly old parchment

one mad man once said the world would be

ruled by beaurocrats gone fat on old dark blood.

the new king's horses down the levy ride in dreary armour

oblivious to the scent of winter's fresh laid waters

they make an old joke of change being sovereign

of the blessed poor and meek sweating machines of man.

so humble here stake this claim to waste and push

and recycle the blood and flesh and bones of dead

royalty and merchants: reject new, reject artisans,

reject the rabble and the call of impending change.

September 22 2003