The Change We Sought

Every revolution ever Devised by the most clever From the rot, they sever And souls naive Of anew, believe Assuming it not too far gone To rectify all that’s wrong They must be ready to stand up, then For combat in the villain’s den And although it is not as mighty The sword decides who holds the pen Yet history provides a warning And the idealist may end up mourning For those without a Machiavellian trait Are warriors destined for a tragic fate As it seems that thoroughly good men Will never be esteemed as great Those who gain control may revise the theme Drifting ever further from the dream Men of puerile mind To knives are blind And that vision once so fabled Destroyed by some, we many enabled On reflection, it makes the morose sigh When they hear that brave man’s cry “We serve neither King nor Kaiser” Acting as a battle galvaniser Due to the fact that ‘ad finem’ There’s superficial change achieved since then And all of us are none the wiser