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Sit still, be still, walk still.
She’s standing
With both feet turned to both sides,
An arm thrown forth to ask
You, bastards,
What, for God's sake, for
She has to beg for meal?!
Sit still, be still, walk still.
But she cannot sit down,
Because “Beneath” is not a pillow,
But asphalt.
It's cold... it makes me shiver knowing I,
That I walked by,
That I did noting, but deny.
Sit still, be still, walk still.
But she cannot stop shivering;
The nerves of hers are at the top,
Because she knows if stops
It's she, but not a coin will be dropped,
So she is yelling,
And it is not her choice.
Sit still, be still, walk still.
You, merciful, divine order-keepers!
Exchanged the paper to the coin.
And so what?
Life has become less littered?
Oh, it has not!
Hard work still breaks our joints.
Sit still, be still, walk still.
Like higher, noble people do.
Instead of stamping blue-bald officers
You'd better do something for Her, you'd bet better do
To keep her hand out of the street!
But now I see an asking hand of hers and yours,
And only one is greed.
Sit still, be still, walk still.
That is the highers' rule.
For them we are beneath,
That's why they're only writing down,
Pretending it’s their saint mission
To let us know
That our voice is written down.
Sit still, be still, walk still.
This way they're absolutely right;
They're high above for real;
Steal still, sit still,
While we are here pressed tight,
While she is standing still
And waiting with her asking hand to be denied.