The Dream

I replaced my god with a nation
Then I realized that I was mistaken
Now I raise a flag that's red
And quote the works of writers dead
And gone
But do they all just kid me on
Are these just stories
Am I wrong?
It can't be wrong
To sing the song
Of workers rising from slumber

Hume, Marx and Sartre
Came to me in a dream
And asked me what team I betted for
While Foucault sat there laughing in the corner
I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara
While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court

I have seen the change that is coming at a pace
Closer to standing than running
But time to justice bends
And so my friends
We must march onwards and forwards
It is not a hope but it should seem afar
The noble cause and the beauty of
The humble fight
La lucha's might
Is not but what we contribute

Hume, Marx and Sartre
Came to me in a dream
And asked me what team I betted for
While Foucault sat there laughing in the corner
I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara
While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court

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