Plea To The Establishment By Phil Buckley
Updated: Jun 17
You who have killed a million imaginations, Stifled a billion dreams, Channelled creative thought, And used it for your schemes.
You who goad the individual, Into thinking as the rest, Come here and show your face, Is that too much to ask?
You who trade our rights, For economic growth with haste, You steal our children's lives, And fill the world with waste.
You who build your missiles, With our taxes in your banks, How do you sleep at night, Mass murderers in your ranks?
You who have taken youth, And made it into man, You with your tanks and armies, Take me if you can.
Phil Buckley. 1973.