The Way Of The Protest Give me one social injustice, A shooting, a rape, a crime. Give me two different view points, That always favour one side. One villain, one victim, And the truth of opinion. Now give me the media, Of word and of screen, A politics ions blind statement, Both true and obscene. Now give me entitlement, To throw at a crowed, And a few spare moments, To watch it form out loud. Give me a protest, To work out all this hate, Some signs, a few words No harm ever intended. But there's always those people, Who's anger out ways, So they throw it, and spit it, At those who stand opposed. Give me the sight of your friend on the floor, An office leaning over, Pure fear in his mind. And the opinion you valued, No longer important, That cause oh so noble, Gone from all mind. And the tension does rise, Till it flows over all. Give me fire and weapons, Broken glass and sheared objects. Let chaos roam, In this name of injustice.