The power is in the voice In the captain’s seat they sat The ship twists and turns, Rocks hit our foreheads, And tatters our feet to work rides Still, they pour champagne Laugh and pour champagne Silenced mind of the masses, their roll-the-drum Yet the other cheek salutes the air In toothless tirade As, “Lame is the ship’s state”, “Enthusiastic was its slaughtered skin” “They know ‘no’,” The lame shouts at the wall The wealthy state, wealthy underfoot, Come beggar Among nations of made-in, be right Yet bowl in hand, it dances With the lowest of low The voice for change cowered Yet death is the health house In across the sea meet health house We know they know ‘no’ Adrift we flow for five tens and two In journey to same, same place Same place, Of zero-library, of endless cry Yet to topple the inane power The power is in the voice.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 12:16:42 +0000
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