People are cattle. Animals.
Herd them. Pack them. Meaningless masses
waves upon waves mindless faces
who make no difference
Fat Round Square Circles Tubes
Masses like dirty contaminated clothes that you put
on a large sheet and tie in a bundle
and burn
Kill them Gas them Tank them Shoot them
Wall them Curtain them Iron them Damn them
People are cattle. Animals
on an undulating land of dung
and carcasses; masses spread out in agony
with heads of horses, pigs, cows, goats
braying, neighing, mooing, screeching
their mindless lives. In prayer to a hairy bloody animal-God.
Herd them Pack them People are cattle.
(from Songs for You,1990)
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