Anarcho-dam breakers.

Always a sharp elementary cry,
A handful of doubtful intaken sighs
Then a shambles of authorized,
Undelegated compromise,
Who settles up that pie,
What wisdom, what why?

Smart men in their suits,
So obvious they're crooks.
Hornets bundled in lies,
Grumbling for the sweet prize,
Buggering off with the loot,
Bastards, give them the boot.

It's a perfect dribbling painting,
That's got us tripped and fainting.
Written on the devils drawing board;
Seed desire and human discord.
But have the dumb elite fakers,
Thought of the anarco-dam breakers?

For all moments are change,
Take note and rearrange,
A mass critical of Anarcho-conscious',
Or tyrannical fascist dead promises.
No other struggle worth fighting,
Then love and liberties insighting.

One breath of sensation,
A birth of creation,
Water, food, shelter, comfort, and pain,
Tribes based on trust and mutual gain,
Guided by lovetruth,
Believing with proof.