Born like this, into this As the chalk faces smile, as Mrs. Death laughs As political landscapes dissolve As the oily fish spit out their oily prey We are born like this, into this Into hospitals that are too expensive that it is cheaper to die Into lawyers who charged so much that it is cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this, walking and living through this, dying because of this Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs Land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shape the earth Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The rotting bodies of men and animals stink in the dark wind And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that The sun hidden there Awaiting the next chapter