Sitting at a cafe. Thinking about the end of Time.

Where's the Marxists,
The real communists when you need them?!
Where are you fighters for worker's rights,
Fighters for unions,
Where's the fighters for women's rights?
They've all been crushed.
They're all silent.
Their dreams have become nightmares.

It's gone.
It's over.
I'm a walking automaton.