The Forlorn Poet

The politicians tell us

We need to trust them, but why?

They claim that all we need

to do is comply.

But perhaps we’re fed up

with our voices being ignored and denied.

And we don’t like the way

The game is played on the inside.

The man in the suit on TV

Is calling for calm.

He says those who think

there’s more to this quite simply are wrong.

While it’s easy to get lost in the lyrics

when enjoying the song.

We won’t pretend it’s all normal

and just carry on.

The damage is being done daily

It’s growing acute.

The fat cats have come out to pillage

plunder and loot.

All the freedoms we once thought we had

are now in dispute.

And the moment that’s staring before us

is quite absolute.

 

It’s our night to fight.

It’s our night to fight.

smoke the bastards out.

 

Ambush dark with the light.

Ambush dark with the light.

smoke the bastards out.

 

Take back the streets

Take back the streets.

smoke the bastards out.

 

No accepting defeat.

No accepting defeat.

Smoke the bastards out.