Cowards will hit you when you’re in chains.
Anger fits you,
coursing through your veins.
Inflicting violence when you can’t fight
back.
Demanding silence or the charges will stack.
Stop resisting,
I’ve got mace!
Was sleeping, now on your face.
Throwing grenades
when you are unarmed and compliant.
Snitches, puppets and police
can’t take down a giant.
Most are grimy, with much snake in their
blood.
The rest, evil flowers beginning to bud.
Giving us bad
water and rotten food.
What the hell put them in such a bad
mood?
Don’t think they can get the cuffs any tighter.
Of course
they will have to chain up a fighter.
Excuse me, I’ve done nothing
wrong, sir.
Under his saddle must be a burr.
Getting sprayed after
being cuffed.
Wearing a badge must make them tough.
Everyone
should apply a little resistance.
Make the pigs call “Officer in need
of assistance.”
Like a martye against ten, maybe more or
less.
Just give as much as you take, simply do your best.
