Trample on the Red Flag
Good morning freedom
Welcome to this life
How does it feel to be walking
On the edge of a knife?
And the pious with false pride
Will tell you there’s nowhere to hide
And the ethics of teamwork
Just make up the slippy slide
Follow the blue intentions
introduce the brand new slaves
And the missing inscriptions
of the imaginary graves
The right is on the wrong
But it’s where they belong
Privilege and manufactured truth
Is their idea of proof
So trample on the Red Flag
The poor deserve their fate
And the field of gold is full
Make sure you close the gate
I refuse to follow politics
And the nature of the foil
The magician has hollow tricks
And the ballot papers spoil
The war is just beginning
The bullets have their goal
And the side designed for winning
Is the horse rearing the foal
The media is the whore of hate
Raped by those it respects
And the readers are cripples
Of a life where nothing expects
But worry ye not with fingers bent
When life beats and money is spent
Somehow the news will tell you
That this is what is meant to be true
So trample on the Red Flag
The poor deserve their fate
And the field of gold is full
Make sure you close the gate
Hold your hands up high
Surrender to money
Life is just the longest sigh
Someone will find it funny
I hope it’s not you
I hope it’s not me
If the right wing are true
We will never be free
©SJ 2010
