a passing stranger dressed in black with slogans painted on his back turned and stared and laughed and carried on another came and did the same at first they made me feel ashamed then i realized what i had done without asking i had broke the rules without knowing i had made them fools be merely looking different to those who knew the game the unity was here to see a mass of non-conformity there's something wrong or is it me? they all look just the same they hung around in silent pairs and gave out their derisive stairs to anyone who envied or ignored a leaflet saying smash the state work in love and not in hate got snatched and ripped and ground into the floor without asking it had caught them out without knowing what it was all about they assumed it was a wind up or a con making sure with a nervous glance they reaffirmed each others stance and smiled and then forgot and carried on the passing strangers stayed that way and rotted away in their own decay convinced they'd got it right, the rest were wrong by deriding them to gain respect they tied a noose around their neck and fell when something different came along without asking they're soon put down without knowing why they looked around and found a new dictatorship in power acting just as they had done but on the other end it's not much fun and all their sweet delusions soon turned sour one mans hand is another mans fist and so the power games still exist and one idea is right the rest are wrong while such ideas as this are here we'll never live without the fear or feeling that we somehow don't belong