These are no cities

These are no concrete spikes

Which wait

Only to impale or imprison

These are only villages

Pleasant country villages

Scattered over

The whole face the world

People now support themselves alone

Making just the things they need

The sceners is pure

As it once could be

We have turned back time

And everyone is happy

We have turned back time

And everyone is happy

We have turned back time

And everyone is happy now

These are no cities

These are no concrete spikes

Which wait only

To impale or imprison

You.You.You.You.You.



A spike

Is a resort

For homeless people