Poets of Protest - BLACKOUT PROBLEMS

The poets who still had some hope formed movement

Provoking free progress and no one could stop them

Fighting with nothing but words as their weapons

They saw walls as their papers and cans as their pencils

The streets became part of a beautiful poem of resistance

We the brave will not leave the square we are patient

We came, we saw, we conquered

We bite off the hand of the finger we’ve been offered

We came, we saw, we conquered

The poets of protest won’t be forgotten

And Robin Hood starts laughing

We stood on the rooftop where everything’s started

Watching the leaders begging to stop it

The outcome much better than we had expected

The houses rebuild and the bridges repaired

The system renewed and the reward for a life in despair

We stood together as one and smelled spring in the air

We came, we saw, we conquered

We bite off the hand of the finger we’ve been offered

We came, we saw, we conquered

The poets of protest won’t be forgotten

We came, we saw, we conquered

We bite off the hand of the finger we’ve been offered

We came, we saw, we conquered

The poets of protest won’t be forgotten

And Robin Hood starts laughing

We came, we saw, we conquered

We bite off the hand of the finger we’ve been offered

We came, we saw, we conquered

The poets of protest won’t be forgotten

And Robin Hood starts laughing

We came, we saw, we conquered

We saw the fall of the king and the rise of the fuck ups

We came, we saw, we conquered

It was about what we needed and not what we wanted

We came, we saw, we conquered

We saw the fall of the king and the rise of the fuck ups

Came, saw, conquered

It was about what we needed and not what we wanted