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 © Art Wright | Year Posted 2013
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