Home Affairs Part 1

These are the last words, My moment of finality. With cars driving past And Pollution triggering the onset Of a great earth shattering sneeze. The system is down, But people still hang around. I feel the urge to burst into song To rid us of our anger And aggression towards the system. But singing won't help. We want what we came for, What we can't go without. We are slaves to the system, The system that's crashed And left us stranded With no place to go. But back home.