On her way today
Mother Revolution
Found herself led astray
By friends or enemies
Who can say?
Attacked by mighty scoundrels in the street
She found her escape
Nothing less then a remarkable feat
After, she had to wonder
Whose feet we find ourselves under
Every time we refuse surrender
Is it the enemy friend
Or the loyal pretender?
Today she roams the streets enraged
A mother
From her child estranged
Meanwhile, the street has lost its teeth
A movement without a chief
Protesting for and against
Those that dare to offer relief
Eventually she weeps and prays
To return to us the days
When revolution meant more
And everyone knew what they were fighting for
