Dig

 

I am bent towards the wreckage

of a diamond studded landscape

all those glittering promises 

slipping through my fingers

they ploughed our backs

and scattered our bones

I keep my head down at drill point

in a bullet bloodied landscape

all those gold lusting fingers

tight around the barrel

Oh you will dig for the devil

'til your fingers bleed

they ploughed our backs

and scattered our bones

rape and death

are my overseers

in the morning

rape and death

they are crouching near

in the morning

a silent agony

and all the world's misery

was in our heads