Constant rustles as people mutter and murmur,
About the secrets of this land,
But please do not prod the beast, nor disturb her,
Else you’ll feel the wrath of the crown,
But speak not and play puppet,
to this safe and sworded regime,
But remember, these old chains are bound to your mind,
You can be supreme!
When your voice is lost and hushed and quashed,
Read this out aloud,
We may be the dreamers for now,
But soon we’ll be the crowd.