What I like the best is the symphony of protest
thought going on,

daffodils in the barrels of rifles
peace in our.. time
the heavy-handedness of the mob
was turned into a velvet glove

bring back the Summer of love,
Greenham..
free the Birmingham...
ah
but them times has gone

slowly
by decree
the free will not be free
and we'll be
thrown under the
electric bus.