This goes out to the un-brainwashed

Solitary band

1.There’s nothing I want,

You could ever give,

Your speeches are riddling us,

Like a sive,

And I’d rather stay in the solitary band.

2.There’s nothing you give,

I could ever trust,

On the solitary band’s clothes

You’re like dust,

And I’d rather stay out, if it’s something unplanned.

3.Oh no, I won’t run,

I would rather walk,

You won’t hear me shouting,

I’d rather talk,

Not about you, since I have other things to do.

4.Solitary gang,

You are not alone,

Even if this housing

Is not your home,

Sometimes it’s good to walk than fight for what they blew.