What Crow Would Say to the Dalai Lama

(1)

Do you come to this bloated madhouse,
this bedlam
to offer us palliatives
or do you come here
to help us
break out of the asylum

(2) 

So become a crow, Your Holiness
that's right, become a crow

Make noise,
make noise and wake the inmates of this
vast corporate paradise

Flap your wings,
flap your wings and startle
the warden

Strike with your beak,
for sure, strike with your beak,
and warn of danger
warn of danger

That's what I have to say