a new day comes with brightest suns leaves injured with napalm reel slowly a man observes no harm but why do i see flowers venenating starving bees i’m not a random gossip i live here inside of a tree
black rats had left this land then black tanks moved away but when i chew a door or i creep through the wall i still can smell a death i am a little white ant alas, i’m cursed to crawl
they told it’s safe to dwell here but turned their backs upon our little lukewarm rivers and plants working thereon
we wake up here without eyes we fall asleep and die attack ! attack ! and rack with fire ! use more napalm ! and we still die we die and die and die and die 100 hundred times we die and die it’s not enough for you wild flies are hiding venomed weapons but they are always ready to kill you too someday.