hero
Hold your sign
Tout your voice
Hide your gun
Love your choice
The only way for change to come
Is standing there and doing none
while singing fantasies of peace
illuding that this all can cease
lose your freedom
lose your rights
find your money
out of sight
now youve settled, nothings come
but capital has thriced its sum
your comfortably intact and well
less you be a martyr
This poem is about:
My country