I was just fannin' the flames,
that knew we needed change
they tried to hold us down,
but we gave them a riot
that told 'em stay back.
so we ran out of the mountains
and we ran out of the streets
and we ran to where, all the scourges meet.
well we're in the middle of a culture clash
and to the left and right, we hear crack or a smash
with a hell of tremor, in the blue of the night,
we overtook their lines, with a peaceful fight
oh they were pissed and we knew the score
they knew we wouldn't take much more.
and then without a crack or a smash,
we were running them off
and To tell you the truth, no one ever won.
To tell you the truth, we've only just begun.
two or three months just isn't enough
we need a lifetime of change to fix their fvck-ups.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know hermeneutics for sure. my hermeneutics says you are writing of my these-days-country. have you ever been here? i don't think so. this is a gr8 poem, as i think everyone can associate with. at least, i did.