Matyrs of Ignorance

Martyrs to ignorance; Pushing their malodorous carts Down Hell Avenue. Sitting under honeysuckles in the evening To play their ocarinas adagio, Backed by their caged canaries. Their protruded stomachs Empty of food, Their hashish For hours of darkness laid. On their radios Rulers update promises. They still wait under the skyscrapers, Built with their blood.