Who we are,
in body and mind
When I seek;
You drive your walls closer to me
I choose to live alienation
Between skins and white bones
When I stretch my heart
You play a cotton beat by your ears
No vermin, nor voice; metamorphose
To get me transformed
What class do you fit me in your capitalism
Proletariat I was, proletariat I will be.
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