The Cossack Winks
The bodies of
The Children Of The Revolution
Are not as strong
As the will that flows through
Their body politic
Their limbs are frail
In their arms
The have no gun nor nail
They have no nukes
They say things like 'put up yer dooks'
They have incredible courage
But fret about milk in their porridge
Inna final analysis
They would surely lose a civil war
But the strength of change
Has many ways
And much more
When the Cossack looks down and winks
It because he thinks
The aristocracy are in the drink
And about to sink
Its because he thinks the cockney bird
Is representative of a change in the herd
He thinks the new is on its way
And that he would be a fool
To stand in its way
That the old rule
Will surely be swept away
By the herds simple deafness
To things the old order have to say
For in truth when the mass
Has truly made up its mind
It is impossible to press rewind
Beware though
That the Cossack and the Secret Police
Will not dissapear
Their tyranny will just become another kind
I fear
Povey 2015