So many mouths with no hands to feed
Is this the world we live in, you and me?
Silent screams all around,
Muffled by sounds of cannon ball
This happens outside your home
While you daydream trying to score.
Revolution doesn’t happen as you sit on your
well-formed bureaucratic arse
While you plan the next bon-fire for a cold wintery night,
with whisky and rum.
Che and Martin Luther’s didn’t die in their sleep
They had too many promises to keep.
Meek shall rise and inherit the earth
Don’t you hear their cries in the streets of Bahrain, New York and Libya
They are gonna throw you off your high horse
Yes, you the one who have ruled us for a while now
It’s time for a change
Time for you to give it up
Because we refuse to be trodden upon by your dogs
We have unleashed a fury that was witnessed never before.
You think you are safe, high up your palace
Don’t be too sure.