Revolution

Dick Gaughan

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    I come like a comet new born
    Like the sun that arises at morning
    I come like the furious tempest
    That follows a thundercloud's warning
    I come like the fiery lava
    From cloud-covered mountains volcanic
    I come like a storm from the north
    That the oceans awake to in panic

    I come because tyranny planted
    My seed in the hot desert sand
    I come because masters have kindled
    My fury with every command
    I come because man cannot murder
    The life-giving seed in his veins
    I come because liberty cannot
    Forever be fettered by chains

    I come because tyrants imagine
    That mankind is only their throne
    I come because peace has been nourished
    By bullets and cannon alone
    I come because one world is two
    And we face one another with rage
    I come because guards have been posted
    To keep out the hope of the age

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    From earliest times the oppressed
    Have awaked me and called me to lead them
    I guided them out of enslavement
    And brought them to high roads of freedom
    I marched at the head of their legions
    And hailed a new world at its birth
    And now I shall march with the peoples
    Until they unfetter the earth

    And you, all you sanctified moneybags
    Bandits anointed and crowned
    Your counterfeit towers of justice
    And ethics will crash to the ground
    I'll send my good sword through your hearts
    That have drained the world's blood in their lust
    Smash all your crowns and your sceptres
    And trample them into the dust

    I'll rip off your rich purple garments
    And tear them to rags and to shreds
    Never again will their glitter
    Be able to turn people's heads
    At last your cold world will be robbed of
    It's proud hypocritical glow
    For we shall dissolve it as surely
    As sunlight dissolves the deep snow

    I'll tear down your cobweb morality
    Shatter the old chain of lies
    Catch all your blackhooded preachers
    And choke them as though they were flies
    I'll put a quick end to your heavens
    Your gods that are deaf to all prayer
    Scatter your futile old spirits
    And clean up the earth and the air

    And though you may choke me and shoot me
    And hang me your toil is in vain
    No dungeon, no gallows can scare me
    Nor will I be frightened by pain
    Each time I'll arise from the earth
    And break through all your weapons of doom
    Until you are finished forever
    Until you are dust in the tomb

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    Composición: Joseph Bovshover

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