-what filled their pails

the day for money hadn’t exactly gone away, it just minted now in quite a different fashion

the majority of people had far let their credit stray, and now every single resource came by ration

Jewelry and wiring and trophy and electronic, had all been watered down and dirty-hardened

and now appetite and restraint were only wedded if bionic, and nobody’s mortal weakness was gently pardoned

the tolerance for country or for gods upon the coinage, it was no longer met with good agreement

metal with proverb now no longer made the voyage, only dull scraped off platelets could by you raiment

it clanked in the pot, and that was all that really counted; the white of people’s teeth no longer dazzled

And nobody now remembered any precept ancient mounted — they only listened to you speaking if you seemed frazzled

No one was arrested if they street-peed or neighbor-battered, no work was ever done to earn a morsel

you only had to line up and present your body tattered, and show that nasty brand upon your torso

The mark upon your chest, be it left or be it right, was an O just like the coin that clanked their pails

and that letter in your pockets and burned fresh in dead flesh white, it stood for the “Offense” your presence wails..

For people it appeared had now been deemed the blight on earth — the animals and the timbers only yet esteemed

For man too greatly mirrored his Creator at his birth, but God-hate now down there was all that gleamed.