A Quiet Rebel
I’m a rebel who is quiet
No one cares about my job
You won’t see me in the riot
Or among the chanting mob
What’s the point of going crazy
For the wages of police
There’s no aim those rebels chasing
But to act on silly whims
We can watch it on the screen
Burning cars and broken glass
Rebels fleeing from the scene
Some are losing their masks
These are games the children play
Just a gushing of hormones
See them quickly run away
When they hear the siren song
There’s no use to file petitions
Rallies are a waste of time
Rebels' proud propositions
Are too old to work out fine
I’m engaged into the quiet
Little job I do for all
It’s not hard for you to try it
Rulers overdue to fall
They might not collapse today
But to think of it we must
Every minute of each day
Then we’ll see them bite the dust.
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