A Kind of Madness
At night when the moon zips up the sky
And night steals gently in.
When all the stars their influence
Teach men the rules of sin
There are deeds not done from reason,
Many problems are violenced away,
And an habitual acquaintance with joblessness
Is the training for the fray.
Young men grow old prematurely,
Deaf to every plea,
And each educated to define their place
In a new car-booted society.
Many come from the house of have
Others from the house of want.
But for each, one thing is certain,
They were all baptised at a video font.
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British Bill © 1994
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