Insurrection

 

There's a line in the sand

Drawn in dark distant lands,

Where the guts and the glory

And fine marching bands

Will all die in the dust

And play into their hands,

Till they all say, NO!

 

Those invisible walls

Across seas oh so wide

Are not worth all the tears

In the storms where they hide

And the sailors and captains

Should close the divide,

They should all say, NO!

 

Then the skies overhead

Drawn with lines of deceit,

Like the cracks in the path

Beneath cold marching feet,

But the soldiers and victims

Should stand in the streets

And should all say, NO!

 

Let the bullets and bombs

From our very own guns,

Never fall on the graves

Of our fathers and sons,

Let us all walk together

To where it began

And we'll all say, NO!

 

All the fortunes and futures

Within corrupt hands,

As they roll out the dice

And decide and demand

That the power and glory

Is theirs to command,

We must all say, NO!

 

The dark and the deep fear

Of what is unknown

Is the harvest we reap

From the seeds they have sown,

For they govern our lives

More than anyone knows,

We must all say, NO!

 

Will our children be raised

In a world of elites,

Where they search through the rubble

For something to eat,

Will we then bow our heads

In dejected defeat,

Or will we say, NO!

 

Just a short simple word

With such power to wield

But it leaves no more doubt

About how we all feel,

We must rise up united

In townships and fields

And just all say, NO!

 

Will we cower and hide

From the ones who impart

All the laws and the lies

That leaves lives torn apart,

Or we all stand as one

And raise hell with our hearts

As we all say, NO!

 

All the pimps and the whores

In their halls upon high,

With their airs and their graces

Will start in surprise

As they look upon unity

In all they despise,

When we all say, NO!