This century always transfixed with fatuity, sorrowful Produce the paralyzed bureaucracy, sorrowful Counting for all welfare, missed Counting for all justice, missed Neatness is blind Ingenuity is blind Speech altar becomes silent witness Thousand discordant tones for one thing Nil result as inscription, utopia Hard and firm for impudence Will not be realized Until all flat, cypher or free Drop the excrement ministry and rise up Transform the falsity Butcher