Song of a Protestor 2020

SONG OF A PROTESTOR How sweet to have a conscience that is clear Can laud myself for righteousness conspicuous Support all worthy politics, no fear That I’d be charged as fascist, avaricious Equality and fairness are my watchwords You’ve more than me? I’ll be like Robin of Locksley I’ll take from you, imprimatur conferred With government empowered as my proxy If green and peaceful then it must be noble No mind that it removes your free volition We know what’s best for all, and with power global We’ll have no strife, just placid full submission You disagree? Won’t ask you on what basis For I know the reason is: you’re a bigoted racist POST SCRIPT for SPRING 2020 There come events when evil deeds are wrought Revealed to all the nation to be grieved The strong emotions roused and feelings fraught Should never go to waste, a chance perceived To catalyse our protests and refine Our image and project a virtue sign We‘ll use street violence disguised as justice Seen in shop windows cracked from side to side The town once emptied by a virus dust is Now occupied by looters, open wide Our righteous rage and tears shall be unfurled Unsheathing one more sword to change your world Our narrative is spread mythologised ‘Hands up! Don’t shoot! Established now as real Minor criminals are martyred - canonised While you of more possession now must kneel And pay redress for your ancestors’ sins Thus equality of suffering begins