Seeds of a Protest

Recompense the innocent, liberate the blind,
Hold in tow the prejudice that pounces from behind,
Frighten all the nobles with your adequate demur,
Always moving in advance of all the progress we endure.

Share with the flock your nothingness you tout as fine cuisine,
And bear with us as we resist the counter-culture scene,
For revolution smells of hate if all the little ones you raise
Could starve and not have food for days if war breaks out,
If peace betrays.

So everlast to everlong, this melody of stink and song,
I hear again from this great throng of free men who might sing along,
If only they could have their fight without a fight, at half the price,
And hold in one hand their ideal and in the other evening's meal.