If I must look awayFrom this worldFor a whileIf I must turn my back on itMay my back beAs unyieldingAs resoluteAs expressiveAs Handala’s
Don’t stick your neck out, she saysKeep your nose clean, he saysBut I am not doing anything, I sayLook at the brazenness of the government gone rogueLook at the barefacedness of the liesLook at the breathtaking rewriting of historyLook at the bleakness of the agenda being set