Street Disturbance Poem by Steph Kjaerbaek

The Rolling Stones

'What can a poor boy but sing in a rock'n'roll band
because in sleepy Londontown there's just no place
for a street fighting man? '

So much for the worker's revolution
No more pamphlets up for distribution
Death, prostitution, destitution
That is the price of no evolution
Nobody dances in the street
They stand with signs in protest
of the agreement they detest
They approved their own servitude
when they surrendered to the boss
who told them to shut up and not be rude
Nobody dances in the street
They hold their heads down in self-defeat
The proletariat tears down walls
All institutions in freefall
The proletariat tears down walls
In the face of the military
and they celebrate their martyrs
killed and jailed mercilessly
A peaceful protester's obituary.
Servant
Wage Slave
Peonage
Farm labourer
Despot victim
who loves his own system
Useless proletariat
They burn their crosses
on the heels of the wheels
of their Savior's chariot
They want a crucifixion for themselves
They feel guilty
They claim repentance
Nay a saying of detestance
against the autocratic regime
Democracy means nothing.