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| Stephen Ho, martial arts kick, from image by NickP. (Wiki.) |
by Louis Shalako
People have a lot more freedom these days
The only problem is,
We’re going to use it
It’s no longer possible
For you to drag us down
Down to some tribunal of the elders
You cannot brand us
And burn us at the stake
You think everything should be carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone: not even this.
Things must never change?
You say change is bad
I say change is good
Let it be clearly understood:
We know you will try to stop things
And try to slow them down
We’re just doing what is right
Living free, thinking for ourselves
Laughing at all of your trophies, up there on their golden
shelf
We live wild, by the forks of the river
This is our home
This is not your tree
Take away your chainsaw
Your sirens and your gallows
And go home, to live in your house of glass
This thing that has come between us—
Oh how it rattles your chain—
It is these things that bind you
They are yours, for you cherish them so.