They say its wrong to be kept behind bars,
They say its wrong to step out of line,
They say its wrong to dance in the stones,
Yet what freedom, say they, is there left?
They strike, and beat, yelling get off of my street,
They bill, they tax, yet what do they give back?
They hung, and sung, your ancestors fell to the flame,
Though you asure me they are most certainly not the blame.
Then you claim, let it be, it is done with,
But how can you justify all the bloodshed?
Carve your crude tower like babel, bring the cattle without rattle,
But no fallacy will ever be higher than the tide of truth!
Sweep down upon your refusal,
And perish easy like the river waters,
Flow onto a brighter day,
Where golden light you need not obey.
Carve your crude tower like babel, bring the cattle without rattle,
But no fallacy will ever be higher than the tide of truth!
Sweep down upon your refusal,
And perish easy like the river waters,
Flow onto a brighter day,
Where golden light you need not obey.
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