Say Of The Fire Which Awaits
This is to those who discriminate.
Well, they are to me those whom I hate.
Thanks to them,
‘Cos deep down my heart, there is a hot red flame
You know what, it’s strong enough,
Now no one can blow it out when they cough.
When the words like a whetted knife,
Chase me around like bees from a hive.
To those whom they give a stagger
With that old and silly dagger
I still await, for the day when I will,
Fulfil my will.
A day will come when, in front of their eyes,
They will see that those old and silly ideas
Perhaps to shout out loud, for them won’t be wise.