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?