Until The Forge Goes Cold

In comfort some forgot
What was done to keep us here
Drunk on former victories
Time sanitised, context lost!

Quietly they forgot
Well we did not

And when they asked us to kneel
Fascism is the hand that keeps us down
At the first sign of resistance
The state begins to unleash the hounds

As the wealth bled back from the colonies
And lubricates the citadels
The fascist wretch, no longer needed
Slunk away, now out of favour

But soon enough the rivers run dry
We fucked the land
We drained the wells
The wealth, once so freely gifted
Was recalled from working peoples hands

Quietly they forgot
Well we did not

The resistance is rekindled
The skills are all still here
What was sleeping now awakes
The knife still sharp after all these years!