Tempest Eye

Text Copyright (C) 1998 by David Fischer
Illustration Copyright (C) 1998 by Tom Bojarczuk

Raised Fist and Tempest Eye
Waken nobles from leisure time
Demands from the damned
Noise from the voiceless masses

	Your wall clambering followers
	Disrupt the daily workings of the state
	Faceless masses like hoards of rats
	Filthy pests, unworthy and unwanted

Marching in unauthorized parade
Ranks spontaneously arise
From alley and gutter
An army of poverty and desperation

	You speak to our servants
	Without our permission
	Did you never consider
	To win our approval?

Police respond as they know best:
Crush them quietly
Kill as many as possible
Without making a scene

	Your demands for freedom are gluttonous
	You gobble up all the liberties
	The state has provided
	Yet demand more - is this never-ending?

The news reports nothing
The middle class stare at their feet
They shan't be bothered 
With things they don't want to hear

	We own the world.
	Our favour defines legitimacy
	And official recognition.
	We give you nothing.

Somber robes hide ancient fears
Hatred tosses logic aside like a rag
Facade of debate, every statement a distraction
It is justice because they say it is justice

	For what do you need these freedoms
	Freedom to write, freedom to speak?
	You have the freedom to work
	What more do you need in your life?

Speeches of screaming accusation
The rebuttal is ignored the charges repeated
The answer is silence tempered depression
Deny deny deny deny deny deny

	Thou hast misled and deceived
	Thy followers are empty vessels
	Filled with the hate you conjure
	Enacting schemes they don't understand

	You are guided from the abyss
	You pledge allegiance to a greater evil
	Your guilt lies on their madness
	Their acts of violence and anarchy belong to you.

	Their punishment shall fit their crimes.
	We shall execute them all,
	But your crimes remain 
	We shall deal with you last

	Your fate shall overshadow theirs,
	It shall speak far beyond these walls
	To prevent any others from trying 
	To ever rise from their knees.

	You claim to be the next generation,
	Ready to take our world away.
	Small, fast, and furry,
	As if that means so much.

	We are strong and steady,
	But you call us lumbering.
	You are tiny little rats,
	Yet you call us anachronisms!

	You are fast only because 
	You are weak, and cowards all!
	The strong and brave remain 
	Steady on their feet!

	Your place in the food chain is just,
	It shall not rise any higher.
	Though you are new and adaptable,
	Our way is ancient and superior.

	As our forefathers lived, so do we.
	Marching a hundred million years 
	To bring us here, to face you and
	Your criminal uprising.

	You cannot have realistic thoughts of success!
	You simply cannot!
	You shall fall before us,
	Like every other species before.

You may do with me as you please,
It shall not change the course of history.
Your extinction is inevitable,
The time of your people has passed.

My followers cannot be killed
If they cannot be caught.
You say I am a Revolutionary and I deny it no longer,
But my revolution shall be evolution.

We truly are

	The Small Fast and Furry.