While the same masters than long before Sit comfortably numb in their patent leather armchairs So many crimes have been perpetrated in the name of our own good We the people, the real people outside, we are starved of our Liberties And as the sheep file in line to the slaughterhouse The dream slowly vanished […]
Felled by the proof, slumped on the sidewalk A reveler ponders the number of lagers But the show must go on and like the many In a matter of minutes he will recover Meanwhile the crowds dance the day away Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2013 Carnival Gallery