Z - Goodnight from the poet

Gray has signalled lights out
My warpaint has been smeared
It's time I turn in
turn into a bronze swan
Goodnight, companero
Goodnight, Europe
Goodnight, you liars who profess
to savage your bed through sleepless fits
out of sympathy for sufferers
Goodnight, you ravers
Condemn me all through the night if you wish
It will amuse the bats