That Gibran passage is better than Desertarata.




Seventy-six masked goons led the deportees
With a hundred and ten HLS close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows where guards delivered blows
The cream of concentration camps

Seventy-six masked goons caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten FBI right behind
There were more than a thousand Creeds
Springing up like weeds
There were kids of ev'ry shape and kind

There were automatic weapons in the SUV's
Thundering, thundering, all along the way
Double-bellied white power goons and big bastards
Each bastard having his big fat say

There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering, louder than before
Patriots of ev'ry size and trumpers who we all despise
Arresting folks till they fit no more

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Seventy-six prisoners hit the jail gate
While a hundred and ten white guards blazed the way
To the rhythm of "Harch! Harch! Harch!"
All the folks began to march
And they're marching farther every day.