People dancing without rhythm or rhyme
blank stares upon a concrete stage
empty flesh of rage wallowing in time

old clothes in tatters, wearing grime
minds on matters that become a cage
People dancing without rhythm or rhyme

What of joy, of dreams, of verse sublime?
Caustic envy is the definition of this age
an empty flesh of rage wallowing in time

The hollow madness coined in every dime
The shallow prayers of each unholy sage
People dancing without rhythm or rhyme

Oppression’s voice – the unwitnessed crime
jotted quickly on the blank page –
the empty flesh of rage wallowing in time

Oh Kindness, what words are lost in our climb
from madness to the madness of a living wage
People dancing without rhythm or rhyme
empty flesh of rage wallowing in time