Oh, Shit

Rebellion is hard and blind,
It tends to quarry what was mined,
Naughty children, wanting more,
Are raised aboce us as before. Oh, shit.
Ands as they go, and as they come,
A circularity is spun,
It’s ease to admire the great,
And put the damage down to fate. Oh, shit.

The radical is much admired,
In red or blue or black attired,
Those who leap, advance a step,
While we who walk are standing yet. Oh, Shit.
To help; to make them think again,
We damage us, or damage them,
They who act are seldom spared,
For all the benefit they shared. Oh, shit.

Things are different, like as not,
Ands shepherds serve the bleating flock,
Both Right and left the mirrors pen,
They puppet us as puppet them. Oh, shit.
So, round and round, we all are one,
Like different sparks about the sun,
As for a better world we burn,
We jolly sparks jump as we yearn. Oh, shit.