And what if we were to take away the flower you all long so deeply for?
Barbed our fences, dug moats
Will you continue to rip it from our gardens by force?
I will not smile for you
I will not be agreeable for your sake
I will not walk by with my head down
Pretending I didn’t hear you
Remember that, while you sit in your offices and sign your papers
And pass your laws and make your judgements
That the storm is coming
The gasoline has been waiting
You’ve only lit the match
And it will not be a man that rises from its ashes
-The Ink & Salt Club-