Rage on the River
Father finds nine seeds, there is no lush land
Mother spots a fire, but there is no warm bread
And the child finds water but there are no plates to wash
Outrage on the river
Every landmark speech is just
An exercise in the self-delusion of the establishment
No one knows what the cost of that
Self-delusion will eventually be
But it could be immense
Father finds a sharp rock
But the fields are empty
Mother feeds a fire
But there's nothing to heat up
And the child runs outside
But there's nothing to pretend
Outrage on the river
Every landmark speech is just
An exercise in the self-delusion of the establishment
No one knows what the cost of that
Self-delusion will eventually be
But it could be immense
The family slept badly last night
All those decades of non-violent struggle
But now that the prospects for peaceful change
Are virtually nil
The live on the brink of a precipice under a hill
Father's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
Mother's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
Grandpa's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
Grandma's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
And the child is marching
But there's nothing to do but uprise
Rage on the river
Every landmark speech is just
An exercise in the self-delusion of the establishment
No one knows what the cost of that
Self-delusion will eventually be
But it will be immense
Mother spots a fire, but there is no warm bread
And the child finds water but there are no plates to wash
Outrage on the river
Every landmark speech is just
An exercise in the self-delusion of the establishment
No one knows what the cost of that
Self-delusion will eventually be
But it could be immense
Father finds a sharp rock
But the fields are empty
Mother feeds a fire
But there's nothing to heat up
And the child runs outside
But there's nothing to pretend
Outrage on the river
Every landmark speech is just
An exercise in the self-delusion of the establishment
No one knows what the cost of that
Self-delusion will eventually be
But it could be immense
The family slept badly last night
All those decades of non-violent struggle
But now that the prospects for peaceful change
Are virtually nil
The live on the brink of a precipice under a hill
Father's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
Mother's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
Grandpa's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
Grandma's marching into town
Nothing to do but cry and uprise
And the child is marching
But there's nothing to do but uprise
Rage on the river
Every landmark speech is just
An exercise in the self-delusion of the establishment
No one knows what the cost of that
Self-delusion will eventually be
But it will be immense
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Writer(s): Gary Drager
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