to the overthrow

the worm things from the soft earth

in the rainfall night crawl forth

onto pavement doorstep or road

into the concrete certainty of death

 

they do not think but they know

that in a darkness yet to fall

there will be an overthrow

and those who rule will crawl

 

and those who crawl will rule

though tonight in their impossible thousands they die

crushed under wheel trampled under foot

conquered by a nation that knows them not