Give me the bitterness of too much wine.

Play for me the slow, sad music that sings of every end, but no beginnings.

Grind my enemies into dust and send them into the sun.

Take away the dictators, national and cubicle, to their own private Gulag where I'm not welcome.

Lift away the heaviness that the rabbit feels when the fox is close at hand.

Shout for freedom, pray for the time to love.