Little Pools of Ice

We sat in our lines 
And we lifted our pens 
And we divorced ourselves 
From our lovers and our friends 
We lost our way 
We lost our voice
But we made some money 
Together we made a choice   

We woke up in chains 
And we couldn’t believe 
That so many of us 
Needed the conceit 
But the numbers swelled 
And the anger grew 
It’s a powerful one 
Who has nothing to lose 

Little pools of ice 
 [bad word] beneath your feet and your pale blue eyes 
Little pools of ice 
Face fluorescent jacketed police lines   

We paid all our fines 
And paid for your wars 
And paid for your money 
And we died in our scores. 
But we’ve found our way 
We’ve found our voice 
You line up against us 
Together we’ll give you a choice   

Little pools of ice 
 [bad word] beneath your feet and your pale blue eyes 
Little pools of ice 
Face fluorescent jacketed police lines   

And the streets uncurl 

Like the outstretched limbs of an endless world 
You carry on 
Looking for something you can [bad word]