How many years has it been, since I called you Captain?
With all your slogans, mottos, and freestyles of objectives
What became of the revolutionaries and all of their plans
In the end, all those "comrades" were just invective
A friend from class asked if I wished to meet her friends today
To which I replied I had no interest in seeing
anyone I'd describe as white, boring and bourgeouisie.
My throat hurts and the world ought to just burn
Start the fire if you please
but don't let it end with me.
Myrna my dear friend, how I once idolised you
today I'm trapped in the inner workings
of a society that you cast off with the greatest of ease
and how is it, you stopped yourself
from becoming white, boring and bourgeouisie?
I've filled my life with trepidation
I think the world ought to just burn
Start the fire if you please
but don't let it end with me.
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