Nothing good has come,
Nothing bad has ended.
We still feel disarmed
And still feel undefended.
The brand-new faces rule,
The brand-new problems stand out.
We are left befooled
But we mayn't complain aloud.
* * *
(They treat us)
Like we aren't worth a dime!
Like we are needless grime!
But we must change our life!
‘Cos we are you and I!
* * *
Nothing bright has lit,
Nothing dark has cleared.
Protests are illicit
And people live in fear.
The brand-new its are born,
The brand-new laws are written.
Our wants are scorned
As well as dreams are smitten.
* * *
(They treat us)
Like we aren't worth a dime!
Like we are useless grime!
But we must get untied!
‘Cos we are you and I!