For Chè

If only there was no Hoover
To start the decline
Of interest and harboring
All of the crime.
The total
I tarion
Planes through the night
To disappear our fathers
And brothers
Who'll die
Or come back as haunted
As the looks in their eyes
While standing
Like martyrs
For a cause
They didn't sign
I'd give you revolution
If you weren't so fucking blind

On hands
And on habits
And on commerce
Rely
For momentos
Of seconds
When freedom
Wasn't a lie.