Poem about a vision of any society or group restricting the people. |
Enveloped in a massive bubble We are trapped by its unseen walls Stuck like sheep, we are forced to huddle What will they do when they see it fall? As mice we creep through the shadows One will start; the others follow Lighting the way with wax and tallow 'Coz they never thought we'd stoop so low Smoke curls round in patterns And clothes turn into tatters I don't know who this flatters But to them it doesn't matter Doesn't matter, doesn't matter The bubble's walls are keeping us in But now that we know it's there We promise to never give in And keep on pushing until it tears 'Till now the cats have had easy pickings They've tried to teach us to stop thinking They shouldn't have pushed us so far We're starting to realise who we are Smoke curls round in patterns And clothes turn into tatters I don't know who this flatters But to them it doesn't matter Doesn't matter, doesn't matter They've made a mistake, they're too bold They've made a mistake, they're getting old Meanwhile, out here in the cold Whispers are starting up in the fold |