How poetic A movement brought to its knees By its message being made a punchline How the mighty must have trembled To infiltrate the cause Make a mockery of the charge The heartbeat all but stopped While blissful peddlers recite their scripted lines Another casualty of culture Another stamped out uprising And you were the weapon they used To crush the rebellion You so desperately pray for So roll your eyes Laugh at the threat they've neutralized And to think, you were almost free Forever enslaved