Procession

In my wide and brave chest I feel a heavy weight A sensation of burning All is turned and twisted Like a rope I see In anger my face becomes crimson red Eyes Flashing fire No more I can take fraud Sluggish progress Worthless efforts Mindlessness Meaninglessness No more deprivation of rights Humiliation and injustice My hand rises Like a hammer fingers clenched into a fist head becomes large No more I coil Like a python I spread my tail And roar like a lion Out of fear Steps down the tyrant From the back door Goes out the incompetent I can bring forth A change A total change A revolution With my mighty impact When I turn into a mass procession