Becoming

Becoming

Take me away from your soft politics

Your broadsheets and sawdust and towers of sticks

This is a world that we can’t leave today

So take me away from your sorry decay

Take up your truncheon and beat out a path

Your lassitude, farmyards and cheap epitaph

This is a world that I daren’t leave today

So take me away from your sorry decay

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