Without my eyes open wide
I see as many decry
All of the curves of this life
And all the filth in disguise.
I see what many appal
I see all they don’t adore
They speak in tongues of protest
Fighting the truth to defend.
Who has the butter for the bread
Who has the salt that brings out spice
Who has the colour that brightens the room
Who has no reason to start a protest?