Thunder

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Through the driving rain
In the dark they came
With a bill in their hand
To silence every man

The march of black boots
In standard issue suits
To serve and protect
A social disconnect

As the water flows
A rumble grows:
A storm is brewing

Though the rain beats hard upon the ground
The roars of angry tempests resound
For though our wills grow tired and torn
No thunder without a storm

In the name of retribution
They degrade the constitution
For some petty god above
To govern who and how we love

This commercial occupation
Of an idealistic nation
And the audit of my sex
I am driven to protest

Though the water flows
A rumble grows
A storm is brewing

Though the rain beats hard upon the ground
The roars of angry tempests resound
For though our wills grow tired and torn
No thunder without a storm

Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all

Image by Gonzalo Canedo