Change is coming
it’s coming soon
as grass is green
and flowers bloom
and those who eat
from silver spoons
will be singing
different tunes
from me and you
me and you
from me and you
me and you
This is the hour
hold the wire
as they fall
from ivory towers
all their fruit
has gone sour
let them lie
in the shower
as we take
all their power
As time will tell
the truth be told
for the hugs
are mighty cold
the great ones say
don’t talk, behold
this right here will
take the old
and change anew
the way things were
through and through
when rotten meant
just like you.
A gunshot rings
the weakest ears.
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