Rebellion

An invisible mask, a hard-pressed thought,
Following the lines and rows we’ve been taught,
The conformity for everything we do,
With harsh rebellions, far between and few,
The world sits on the edge of a sword,
Full of lands that have been ravaged and warred,
Broken, the scale, with its delicate face,
The past falling away without a trace.
The weak can only run, the strong will fight,
May we escape this thoughtless, endless blight.

When all the hungry people are dying,
When man and machine are sick and lying,
This is when we stand up; we will fight now
Teach the fierce to fight, to rage, teach them how.
If we work together, the end will come,
The young and the old, the smart and the dumb,
The poor, poorer, and poorest all come down,
From every Hooverville and shantytown,
Prepare for rebellion, ready for war,
Starving and angry, we’re anxious for more.

Repressed, distressed, depressed, and dispossessed,
We are all together in this great test,
Strength in numbers, courage in defiance,
Shake off this wretched and forced compliance.
The we’re working has already failed;
We crashed and burned when we could have prevailed.
We’re starting new, fresh, reborn, and prepared,
We dream all the things we never have dared,
Now, cry, if only for the sake of tears,
Now, live, if only for the sake of fears.