Walked those foots in plusold time
on Airstrip One’s green bighills?
Was the courageful thoughtcriminaldestroyer
seed on Airstrip One’s plusgood fields?
Shined frontwise the heroful face
on our pluscloudful hills?
Was Bigbrothertown builded here
next these unlight plusungood factories?
Bring me my burning gold knife,
bring me my bomb of wanting,
bring me my gun – unfold, clouds! –
bring me my firetank.
I unwill stop mindfighting,
my bigknife unsleeping inhand
antebuilding Bigbrothertown
in Airstrip One’s green plusgood land.
