The Road to Independence

Today we march
To protest our monarch
Oh do the people loathe him
Taws’ expressed in their eyes so dim
“We want him dead!”
So powerful was the calling for his head

“He must die!”
Was the main rallying cry
They stole from the arsenal
To promote that staunching death so carnal
They took to the streets
So their enemy they could meet
But the Royal troops
Could not jump through the political hoops
With hails of bullets
We dispatched them
Hacked like veil cutlets
Never to be seen again

“Long live the spirit of revolutions!”
We must keep feeding it munitions
Let loose the Jacobins
And the traitors will be cut from under their chins
We have no luxury of justice
Only the true feeling of malice
What have we done?
Must we let bygones be bygone?

Our neighbours assault us
We swore to protect our habitus
Keep quiet and listen
Hear the call to arms
To battle, we send them by the million
Go and fight my son
Until our struggle is considered done