"this song won`t feed the starving,
  nor will  conferences of hunger
  with a fortune spent on TALKING
  nor will it house the homeless,
  or quench the thirst of millions
  who will die of lack of water,
  while the vampires drink THEIR blood.

  this song won`t stop our fighting
  over bullshit and the infinitive,
  nor keep us all from freezing
  when the sun burns through the sky.
  nor will it save our  asses
  from a fate too cruel to mention.
  when,
  from our greed and madness
  we have sucked the planet dry.

  but,
  the weak, the earth inherits
  and the sick and disillusoined,
  and the wounded and the shattered,
  and the hopeless without vision,
  and the lost without direction,
  helpless, lonely,
  and the sad!
  they will kill the clean young soldiers,
  douse the spark  of bright tomorrows,
  end forever dreams of glory,
  lay to rest the brutal lies.
  they will satiate their hunger on the body of the  tourists.
  they will satisfy  their thirsting on the liquor of their lives.

  NO MORE LEADERS!
  NO MORE IDOLS!
  ONLY BEGGARS !!!!!!!!"

  a song for beggars joe mcphee  chicago 1999