Resist Stance

                                  Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door

If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy what for?

And if revolution isn't what's in store

How can you care anymore?



It's a dangerous slip,

A conscientious shift

In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip

Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist



You're an archetype,

That they can pin to the wall

As you cling to all convictions like a farm animal in its stall

Never thinking of the bigger world outside

As they take you for a ride



It's a dangerous slip,

A conscientious shift

In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip

Because passion unabated will be readily conflated with belligerence



It's a dangerous slip,

A conscientious shift

The spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip

And the verdict won't be kind 'cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative



Take a stance. The Resist stance.