They fought for us. They thought for you. They won for freedom. They are one and true.
Now, we fight for ideals. We fight invaders. We fight refuge-seekers. Weren’t we once bastard crusaders?
The fickle and trickle of history. Surrounded by sinister hostility. Split lines and scorched earth. Rebounded in ability.
The boundaries expanded. The world was divided. The scars were sewn shut. The remainder decided.
There stood statues. Status removed in reflection. Pulled out shattered pews. Heading to a new direction.
We question the questioners. We squeeze the doubters. We exclude the opposition. We silence the shouters.
The man says we can. The woman says we cannot. The party toes the line. The leader cares, not one jot.
Vote for this. Decline that. Scream and shout about it all. Ignore that silly old twat!
You’re upset about raiders coming over seas. Afloat on makeshift dinghies. You ignore nameless children floating for fees. One less worry buried in the seas.
Clear mistakes without fault. Confused and dumbfounded has arrived. Homes gone, no roads left. Unsheltered and barely survived.
What if tomorrow we had to retreat? Would you put your feet in the same hot seat? Would your drum carry the same old beat? Where would you go for the last meal to eat?
Who would care if you were not there? What if your loved ones were forced underground? Where will this path go? Would you open your mouth with that ugly sad sound?
Humanity? I see. Believe me. Free?
ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC 