Kick Back The Ladder
You who came before us
who rest upon your laurels
in gilded warm nests
no cares for your weary brow
What have you then left us?
war and desperation
poverty, greed and famine
great cathedral of the holy self
We who came thereafter
crawl in the dirt of our fathers
no shelter or assurance
you look down on us and sigh
We who labour for your harvest
toil beneath your avarice
and each time we near the altar
you close the temple door
Kick the ladder out from under you
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