A Colony of Fevers

We will bring a close to your supremecy
Put an end to you illegitimate power
You are a thorn in the side of the honest
A blight on the lives of the good
Moral outrage is again betrayed
By the comfort of calm
Filth, filth, filth will be the cry;
So that you are dehumanised!
Every time you turned your guns on civil rights
Every time you told a rape victim she lied
Every single pig, every single time
Is the guardian of privilege
And an enemy of mine
For some of you we’ll just blame the system
Some of you will be given a chance
But once this nightmare is over
You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance