Go read some logarithms
or spot some classic trains,
better yet ingest a pint
of what they use to clean the drains.
You can’t do this,
you can’t do that
your rules are born in spaces,
bereft of any progress
outside your minds embraces.
Such twee protected groupings
litter the recent past,
they proliferate like lemmings
and fall as bloody fast.
You’re the kind of life form
with a flag pole on the lawn,
who salutes the tattered colours
as you raise them every dawn.
You’d have those who oppose you
flogged with tongues ripped out,
make their shouts a whimper
their knowledge turned to doubt.
But whilst our bones are upright
and our minds as sharp as steel,
we won't retreat the long fight
till you’re crushed beneath the heel.