American Fall is giant:
Midwest is red in leaves,
New York is red in apples,
Red California winds.
Who’d believe that ever
One would see that fall?
For whom that bell is tolling?
Who started rolling that ball?
Banks — thieves —
Falling leaves.
Apples, grapes —
Police states.
Brave and free
On their knees.
Obey enslaved,
You’ve been betrayed!
Millions in prisons — Orwellian state.
Isn’t it too big for a gardner’s knife?
I wish I’d see natural landscape,
But what I see is still life.
Banks — thieves —
Falling leaves.
Apples, grapes
Police states.
Brave and free
On their knees.
Obey enslaved,
Are you insane?
All the Ministry of Truth presstitutes
Sucked when Ministry of Peace bombed civillians.
Highly-ranked officials sewed zink suites for patriots
Paying to CIA mercenaries.
That’s not an image of tomorrow
Which one would easily accept.
Who’s coming on the morrow,
For rising those who slept?
Who’s gonna bring new senses?
Who’s gonna tell the truth?
The logiс of the Autumn —
Who works hard gains the fruits.