The White Dam

Skies are wrought with storms of the soot, and sweat, and pain; The wrath of industry. Look outwards…See them build. Footprints across the sky; crying foul poisoned tears. Rein nature to nurture. Onus Refuge

…and that’s the way things go; build world that thrives in bleak estates and common causes. We have learned to live in a house ransacked and hollow. A joy that can quickly turn the curse. The white walls we build today become our gray Bastille tomorrow. Nous comprenons la Nature en lui résistant. Resist it. Resist

With coal as dark as night, we harness the power of the sun and use it to blacken out the sky

To secure their wealth they fall in line with plundered lives, with fettered arms, and shackled legs and broken spines. As crimes bereft of standards gain, they’re not the worst that man has made

We gorge on slavery; our greatest import
Malignant pride soils what was built in modesty

Lowering black clouds press down naked shoulders. Oceans crossed for this. Build, breed, break, seethe, this is what it feels like to dream, dream, dream

Oh Say, can you see, can you see that there is no American Dream. We can do better than this