Poem: Revolution 14

The time has come

We can take the flak

It belongs to us all

We’ve got to take it back

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Poverty is a putrid cancer

Sectarianism is obscene

Take home your nukes

They are not our scene

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

It’s time to end the 307

It’s time to grab the 45

Call an end to the upper chamber

Those in the Lords are barely alive

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Take the power from the rich

Give that power to the poor

Don’t give shelter to the bankers

We don’t need them anymore

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

Shelter for the homeless

And feed the hungry too

Education will unlock the door

We are many and you are few

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Time to move as one nation

Time to speak with one voice

We the people demand justice

Take away the other choice

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.