Wishing I could sing about
Social revolution, but the
Words that come out keep describing
Displacement and exclusion
At the hands of selfish pricks
Under the spell of growing numbers
Closed-off frameworks of politics
Manufactured consent,
The world it depicts, one of
War, chaos and pain
Held together by your masters Intervention
Wealthy Philantropes charity events
And their combined
Divine retribution

Now there is so much to talk about
Like mutual aid, consent,
Or community structures
Or a chance meeting of a brick
With the head of a cop
Or a yuppie prick

Fluctuation between love and hate
For these streets and corners
Their live and disorder
And on the flip side
How they've been shaped
When the burning eyes of
Cistem and state
Saw in the growth of culture
And solidarity
A red X on a blueprint treasure map
A plan that rejects Familiarity
Or sincerety, all that's left perhaps
Is to entwine love and outrage
Always malign
Master and cage

Streets of grey and
Glass reflections
Blinding light and screens
At each intersection
The ever creeping
Clean and cleansed perfection
Keeps instilling fear
Necessitating action
But ever in the defensive
Ever in reaction
Constant distraction
From a comprehensive
Community organisation
Counteroffensive

Now there is so much to talk about
Like mutual aid, consent,
Or community structures
Or a chance meeting of a brick
With the head of a cop
Or a yuppie prick