Protest

Fan the flames, ignite the fire,
disruption is imminent now,
my state of being, being in my state,
has descended to moral hell somehow
Raise your hands and make some noise,
Raise some chaos with your voice,
Not some music, but some din,
Why? Because democracy, that’s why.
Rabble rousing renegade rebels,
burning effigies right side up,
barking up all the wrong trees,
But it’s the bite, not the bark that frees
Isn’t it the norm now, and we the followers?
The norm to be abnormal
To dwell and revel in all anarchy
yet complain at the lack of progress
Be sad be sad, for when you’re over
The firing squad will be long gone ,
Sell your placards for scrap money,
The days of rebellion are done.
Protest is art, protest is freedom,
protest is our disturbance right,
Let us culminate this prestigious era,
in a riot of water cannon fights
Fight, fight, for what is right,
for when what’s yours is taken
But don’t cry wolf when there’s none,
A pack in the bushes is waiting