Til the Driven Show Their Face

Weavers, artisans and lovers
Free-born, the world in envy looks on
The hammer and sickle on one gatepost
The English crown on the other
All-nighters for the Poor Man's Guardian Writer

Prince Ludd and the zooming lenses and shutters
Outshoot the little platoons on their own mews
It's empty today on the hills far away
You can see from the town past the towers
Reform the consciousness of the martyr

A spavined horse won't race
As a donkey starved can't taste
And the drivers will not rest
Til the driven show their face

William who talked of Levelution
Mary who redefined liberty
Arbitrary authority, butchery, slavery, passed off as natural order
Behold the limits beyond which they won't go

Joanna, the sun and the sword and the fury
Daughter of Devon and Hell's Black Grammar
The pride of the lofty shan't trample the meek
Said the voice in her head to the others
Take her, for truer words were ne'er spoken

A spavined horse won't race
And a donkey starved can't taste
And the drivers will not rest
Til the driven show their face



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Writer(s): Adam Collins
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