Stalking the past with a raging ego

Time erodes the passion�s fire

Beaten into a faint submission

Neither moving nor standing still

The body�s firm but the flesh is failing

Conviction�s anchored in the mire

Rage against the corporate ethos

A wilderness where no voice is heard



Open up entreat the heavens

The picture shouts a thousand words

Take up the spear to smite the perils

Lost in battle no cause travails



The hill tribe is by name another one the same