Running in the night
I dream of people
Losing their sight
And some pretty music plays
And echoes in the street
In the houses people are eating
And in the fields they bleed
On the courthouse steps they are crying
And somewhere over the equator
The natives are restless
Planes overhead shout their awful cries
As the people inside them drunk with glassy eyes
In the schools children learn
Fiction and lies
Math and science
While the authorities try their best
Because crime never rests
The artists and the thinkers
All got jobs
And the freelancers were killed
And nobody sobbed
The libraries were burned
And the candy stores robbed
The people didn’t brush their teeth
And were all full of crud
Knowledge was lost
And they put microchips in the mud
Running in the night
The people dream
That that they can see
Trees and animals
Birds catching a breeze
And little babies feet
Running in the night
I caught a cold
Running in the night
I can see the streets
Wet and slippery
And sleeping beauty at the bottom of the sea