I Pity the Poor Protester - a Song

I Pity the Poor Protester 
as he tries to make his case 
discredited at every turn 
by the ones who run this place 
now he’s got some big ideas 
with new tools in his hand 
and he still can’t put it down in words 
that they will understand 

CHORUS 
To cut these iron chains 
Tear down the old machines 
Will take more than words 
Will take more than dreams 

I Pity the Poor Protester 
as he takes his virgin punch 
in the basement of his enemies 
while his friends are out to lunch 
and if his idealism turns to hatred and disgust 
he’ll be no stronger, and no longer 
someone you can trust 
but if he’s genuine 
to shake him from his cause 
will take more than fists 
will take more than laws 

CHORUS 

I Pity the Poor Protester 
I really wish him well 
though his message may be muddled 
it rings clear as a bell 
for through his growing network 
if you read between the lines 
injustice comes in many forms 
and comes too many times 
he’s losing everything 
some have too much to lose 
I Pity the Poor Protester 
now whose side do you choose?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013



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