Song: Manning Up For Chelsea! Poem by Dave SmithWhite

When the underdogs, and the demagogues,
By fear and greed go feral.
And the fascists rule, the abiding fools,
In a time of peril.

In a time of social stress;
In a climate of powerlessness,
The slimy press is obsessed:
They know just who to blame.

It's the poor and underclass,
Perpetual losers to the last,
Who fight our wars and raise our mast.
And we bury with acclaim.
For now we know their name.
In death there is no shame.

But there are those, too few among us,
Who oppose the system, grown humongous,
Of over-reach like leeching fungus,
The secret cost of lies.

From deep within the puzzle palace:
A venal world, cruel and callous,
Fed by pools of blatant malice,
And the hubris of the wise:
Like wanton boys to flies,
The arrogance of spies,
Who award themselves the prize!

So I'll be manning up for Chelsea;
That girl has got some balls!
I'll be manning up for Chelsea,
Behind those prison walls.

So I'll be standing up for Chelsea,
For she stood up for me,
Not as traitor, but a banshee,
Who fights for liberty.

So I'll be manning up for Chelsea,
Who else will man with me?
I'll be manning up for Chelsea,
Until that girl is free!