They revolted against me, fully aware that they were to get crushed and destroyed. The anarchists came with visions of reform -half conceived with reason and the other half conjured with irrational emotions. They hammered away at the high stone walls I had erected around myself, failing miserably, panting but not giving up. I heard them out in silence before crushing the uprising of these naive dreamers. Soon their mangled bodies lay at my feet, their placards burnt and blood stains erased by the raindrops. I watched the drenched spectators disperse. Scared, confused and troubled with incoherent thoughts. They will all forget it soon, but I will have the cries to torment me for long:
We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore
We've got the right to choose and
There ain't no way we'll lose it
This is our life, this is our song
We'll fight the powers that be just
Don't pick our destiny 'cause
You don't know us, you don't belong
We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore
Oh you're so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don't want nothin', not a thing from you
Your life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that's your best, your best won't do.
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