For the Edwards & the Adas, and the Agathas & Alfs,
For the host and crowd of ‘old ‘uns’ ‘going south’.
For the stoics and the silent, for the quietly afraid;
For those who’ve always known the outcome’s
For those who disapprove, of everything I say
But who’ll defend my right to say it to their dying day..
When priest or rabbi or imam degenerates into hate
“Écrasez l’infâme!”, they say, and shut the blinkin' gate!
Love is the virtue of the gentle and the poor
Stones can be lifted, rich men can be free,
Camels can go through needles,
Wait and see.