One-two, and I would argue three Upon us now, look around, see The tactics of the past are old Yet history rhymes, tells us, told The knives are out, and bellicose And through and through, and one Tyrants commanding, freedom froze Don’t stare too long at the sun New kings be-throned and triumphing Evil creeps, we do nothing Instead, passive, on the sidelines We gurgitate and ignore the signs As rights and norms and decency Are lost, eroded, as what is free Twists ever more to those in power With insane wealth, and yet we cower Observe, arise, there is still time Struggle for justice, imperfectly To wit we can, change, fight and rhyme To war is not our destiny
