So an ode to the reformists
That moralise peace and civility
You untouched by the violence
Blind to mighty march of flames
To the officers that didn't pull the trigger
Yet find the guilt uncomfortable
Tear off and burn that uniform
Or become equally culpable
As one candle gutters and dies
As it exhales smoke for the very last time
A thousand flames ignite from this
Every cinder builds the furnace
From the bailiffs to the judges
On which capitalism depends
Quickly the day comes thundering
When we will seek revenge
Set fire to the courthouse
And its ledgers
Burn their deportation orders!
And save accelerant for the devils
That enforce the borders
A bullet for the homophobic priests
Glibly they alot us status
Our longing for acceptance
Is weaponised against us
You'll never get your filthy hands
All soaked in tears and years of blood
On the one thing we would die without
How dare you target love
As one candle gutters and dies
As it exhales smoke for the very last time
A thousand flames ignite from this
Every cinder build the furnace
