Clusters meet agreeably
Proclaiming history flat lining
Defining what they need to be
In the sunlight brightly shining
Hanging round collectively
Street corners looking cool
Trespassing on burial grounds
Just to prove that life’s a duel
Fingers up to old societies
Brand new ways of knowing how
For they are free to be and say
Banging tables here and now
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