Aa Harvey

Revolution : Part One

Revolution : Part One

The first French King sentenced to death,

Must have a new execution invented,

So that this day shall be forever remembered.

The execution of your King, this invention of evil;

This is how he will finally meet his end and go to the Devil.

The man behind the mask, the executioner,

Will lead us to change to a new world order.

A declaration of civil war, to stop the oppression,

Has lead France to say, we must fight to stop the aggression.

We must be revolting and begin the revolution,

To put an end to the executions.

The fall of the guillotine, for a life time spent,

Writing the encyclopedia, which lead to his death.

There is no place for God, in an encyclopedia of Man.

This writing is illegal, you are blasphemous! God damn!

So the time has come, to take your last breath.

Remember when you see the guillotine... don\'t lose your head.

Until it\'s chopped off and ends up in the basket;

Another case of basket case madness.

No fiction necessary, for us to live here on Earth;

But this execution, you surely don\'t deserve.

So the poets leave France, before the revolution;

All of them heading back to England to find a new solution.

These prison bars to entrap the young.

Taken prisoner for writing a book.

Follow their rules; free thinking is wrong.

The encyclopedia is evidence enough.

Man is born free and grows to imprison himself;

Then he must follow the orders, of somebody else.

Frances revolutionaries, said let it be, let it be;

But the nation is ruled, by the monarchy.

Imprisoned for what they think, the poets and the artists;

But there are no walls, in the prison inside their heads.

Begin the revolution and make us all classless,

Because they’re chained by society,

For the thoughts that they think.

A fight for equality; a modern day philosophy.

Man is born to think for himself; a revolution is on the way.

Liberty! Liberation for one free state;

A jaded nation must make a change.

Revolution began, after the fall of the blade.

Now the guillotine of power will stop us all being slaves.

Preaching revolution, we must free ourselves of these manacles.

Preaching liberation for the masses

And freedom for the individual.

This new guillotine, the machine of death,

Makes the severed head fall into the basket,

As they take your last breath;

But they can\'t take your words, from the books you have written.

So fight the power!

Revolution! Revolution!

We must have a revolution that is televised.

Che Guevara, Malcolm X, me, myself and I.

All of us willing to join the fight;

All of knowing our view is right.