Statues from Penny Novelettes by The Cleaners From Venus

Now you dare to ask your rulers
what they meant?
It's a paper chase of flaming
discontent
But the spokesmen are not speaking
And the stories are still leaking
Someone wants to know where all
the money went.

So a virus brings a planet to its knees
Mummy can I get down from this
table please?
I must hit those streets and running
Since a change is surely coming
I can hear the sound of protest
on the breeze.

Statues will tumble
And fortunes must crumble
There may be a rumble today

I must hit these streets and running
Since a change is surely coming
I can hear the sound of protest
on the breeze.

Some may favour gold and silver
over freedom
Till the sun sets on their plastic
demi Eden

You can stand there and pretend you're
deaf and dumb
And delude yourself the time will
never come
When the aeroplanes cease flying
And we stop the poor from dying
And the world is dancing to a different drum

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