The people are bristling
And in the bristling
Though others have boxing gloves
History for compromise
Tends to settle.
Rats along the streets.
Waters foul and drinking
Water bad
Lights dimming, some out
Some electricity be broken
And
In the houses people
Hide and go
They eats cats
And
They eat rats
That's desperation.
But the heroes resist
And Earth needs heroes.
History needs heroes
For heroes
Change her continual
Making evolution.
Go up!
Go up human!
For in bristling
There's always something
To gain by bristling.
That's chance and probability, my Monsignor.
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