It Won't Take Long - Ferron

    They said some men would be warriors and some men would be kings
    And some men would be owners of land and other man-made things
    And false love as the eternal flame would move some to think in rings
    And gold would be our power and other foolish things

    But you who dream of liberty must not yourselves be fooled
    Before you get to plea for freedom, you have agreed to be ruled
    If the body stays a shackle then the mind remains a chain
    That'll link you to a destiny wherby all good souls are slain.

    Of three men in a desert wandering, one is knowing and two are scared
    They say time is in the river, but the river is not there
    Dry in spirit dry in body two will lend themselves to death
    And in grief one weeps into his handsand drinks his bitter tears
      And as I stand before you now, I am hopeful in my rage
    You know love has finally called for me, I will not wilt upon its stage
    But still smaller than my nightmare do I print upon the page
    Do we have to live inside its walls to identify the cage?
      I am my mother's daughter, but I have seen myself in you
    It's this blessing that I follow now, and so I must speak true
    I dreamed of thousands dying, it was you and you and you,
    And while the city sleeps so quietly there is something we must do

    Because grief will come in measures, only grief alone will know
    And you'll see it on your family, on your own face it will grow
    And they'll try to keep you hungry, then they'll tell you to eat snow
    You know pride can be a moving thing if we learn the strength of "NO!"

    At noon on one day coming, human strength will fill the streets
    Of every city on our planet, hear the sound of angry feet
    With business freezed up in the harbour, the kings will pull upon their hair
    And the banks will shudder to a halt, and the artists will be there Division between the peoples will disappear that honoured day
    And though oceans lie between us, lifted candles light the way
    Half will join their hands by moonlight, the rest under a rising sun
    As underneath the sun and moon, a ritual'd wailing has begun.
      And beware you sagging diplomats, for you will not hear one gun
    And though our homes be torn and ransacked we will not be undone
    For as we let ourselves be bought, we're gonna let ourselves be free
    And if you think we stand alone, look again and you will see: Copyright © 1984 Nemesis Publishing, All Rights Reserved

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