We heard that Yes-We-Can, ringing dessert land
Whose chimes promised all
Dreams a King once had
Said take the room to take the city
Take the city and the states come easy
Why stop there, why not the nation?
Take the world, one voice the weapon
We craved that Change-Is-A-Coming wonderland
Whose green grass told all
Days of Galahad
Yes-We-Can then did each quickly
Talked of friends Progress and No-Secrecy
Why at it, forgot to mention
The brother But-We-Won’t’s intention
We saw that But-We-Won’t usurping the command
Whose words fooled all
And We did nothing
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Civil Unrest
Poetry“Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of destiny, is on the verge of riot; and so soon as it appears, he begins to quiver, and to feel himself borne away by the whirlwind.” ― Victor Hu...
