Za's Stair - Allsummer Eve

And even as you mutter so
Itinerant Arapaho
Still mourn the loss of the plains
So what are your pains amounting to
But overprivileged yells out of the blue
Messages in modems and things which cannot bleed

And even as the whale is dying
It's met with continued stabs of continued trying
Back in Tsukiji they're relying
On continuous supply
But overfishing makes the seas
A blank stare from a blue-eyed dream

Rank by rank, the troops deployed
Against the ones who have annoyed
With voices, with papers, and with vices
Your silence is its own small crisis
Your silence is its own small crisis

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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