our hearts with humour and with pain are
crammed
the world defies our choices and our rage
in the republic of the wholly damned
we spoke and then our thoughts were truly
slammed
by those who said that with keen words on page
our hearts with humour and with pain are
crammed
the metre's right and the line's not enjambed
yet all we get is a poor poet's wage
in the republic of the wholly damned
since for the moment the signal's not jammed
so that the the enemy cannot engage
our hearts with humour and with pain are
crammed
until they burst and our dead corpses rammed
into the the dullest moments of the age
in the republic of the wholly dammed
by those who thought that the most decent
shammed
their honest words and strutted on a stage
our hearts with humour and with pain are
crammed
in the republic of the wholly dammed
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