When the dares pick a victim
The railhead blues will play
The drunken brutes on main street
Will soon be laid awaySuppression is a state
We will not be diplomatic
Suppression is a stateYoung hearts, be free tonight
Time is on your sideCan I get a witness?
What Shall We Do Now? – Pink Floyd
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.
It’s tempting to be dismissive or “take the moral high ground" today as the country I’m very proud to be from remains safe, stable and socialist after enduring 10 years of a Conservative, sociopathic leader. (Ignoring, for a minute, what’s happening in the country I live in!)
Instead I’ll quote the greatest living songwriter of my generation and the leader of America’s best band: “there’s no blood on my hands, I just do as I am told.”
Surely, a sentiment held by many Trump voters today.