To Whom It May Concern

Our state
Which is yours also
Is but a dream only
Our dream
Which is yours also
Is but a lie only

This nation
In which men fight with one another 
About the shadows of things they refuse to see
Are distracted in their struggle for blissful masturbation 

And there lies… 
                                               The point. 

They who rule are the greedy
They who rule are the gluttonous
Ravening after their own private advantage
And being drunk with their own self delusions
 
For they will be fighting 
And winning
About office and sublime masturbation
And in their wake
The civil and domestic torment falls
Swamping the psyche of the proletariat 

This will not be the ruin of the proletariat 
This will be the ruin of the rulers themselves 
And of the whole state  

This house is haunted by stubborn tradition
This house is mildewed with propaganda
This house lies on perverted foundations
This house will burn with revolution

A house rebuilt by us