Bodhran sounds its primeval beat
Warriors and kinsmen shuffle feet
Marching now with fervour a new
Defending us all from the elitist few
Targets are marked by our revolution
Rich class us now with a new repulsion
Battle to take back our rights and land
Time to draw that final line in the sand
Corruption and greed the targets tonight
Politicians and rulers now fear our might
End is nigh for those that shackled our will
Establishment blood is what we now do spill
Ended is hate propaganda and their lies
The silence still broken by pleads and cries
Only one outcome was likely from this war
New morality will rise and continue to soar
Copyright Triker Poet October2016
Jonesy, simply a human 