I’ve seen many truths I’d like to share
The libraries are open
But its books are closed 
When they write their poems
They don’t check for errors
They protest eternally 
With no goal in sight
The truth stares the people in face 
But they turn their backs in disgust 
They would rather flood the beaches 
And believe in divine immunity 
Till catastrophe strikes 
And draws cries of sincerity 
Our tools have become our masters 
They work us to the bone 
I had to escape to Rome 
To reflect on Julius Caesar