The fight to be heard is never won
Even when all debate is finished and done
The clamour of the unthinking drowns out the sound
The clarity and truthfulness of those on higher ground
So-called leaders instruct and dictate
Reaching only to the bottom of the shallow waters of hate
Questions and deviation cannot be tolerated
In case someone might see gaps and cause us to be agrivated
Some, thinking they can speak their own ideas
And rock the boat of the tyrants private fantasies
Tread the fatal boardwalk of the holiday from hell
Into a cataclismic disaster, thier lives an impromptu fell
Who can stand up against the tide of oppression
And save us all from the dark grip of depression
We could have a field day setting the captives free
Making sure all people get a chance the land to see
Everything is never perfect, words fall and rise like larks
You cannot always bask in light, there are improbable constant sparks
Maybe a spark will light a flame to burn in the cold
And a voice rise that will cease from getting old
The great will surely not end up second best
And the message will run and leap and drown out the rest
Courage is needed for these dull and mediocre days
A tough and steady spine to stand when nothing freely pays
The wisdom to know when to raise your hand and speak
Or another tactic to use against the morally weak
This modern tower of Babel will not long stand
For those who build it have no guiding hand
The fatal disobedience if to the right of left we roam
Will leave you forever in exile, never to return home
We can speak – theres’ nothing left to do
So gather up your brave heart and let your words be few
