Rebellion

Rebellion

There’s revolution in the air

And rebellion in the rock

The posh language of freedom

Is used in every talk

Broadened is the mind

Influenced is the soul

And philosophy has been found

In every smelly sock

Where is the flag that once fluttered high?

On the wind that was free, where birds used to fly

It is damp and cold, and soiled with dirt

For it is used by housemaids, to wash the unclean earth

Withered are the trees

Crumbled are the leaves

And ‘great’leaders denounce

The dirt on the streets

Rusted are the hinges

On glazed french doors

And though the steps are broken

Of marble are the floors

Though shrill is the noise

And loud is the clanging

The deaf remain unaware

Of the world that is changing

The fire has been smothered, and the thirst has been quenched,

By petrol and diesel, and the salty taste of sweat

‘Freedom’ is in fashion, and rebellion is in vogue

But unburdened are the noose and the hangman’s rope

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