The
bannerman was standing
on the corner yesterday
on the corner yesterday
With
his peace and love medallion
his feet of clay
his feet of clay
And
his flag of freedom waving
like a flower in the breeze
like a flower in the breeze
And
his fist raised in rebellion
in the name of liberty
in the name of liberty
O my friend
what you feel within
Is
worth more than what goes on outside
Can’t
you see,
you will not be free
you will not be free
Locked
into these ghettos of the mind
The bannerman went marching down the road to Shangrila
With
his “Praise the Revolution” & his “Down with the Bourgeois”
And
his khaki manifesto as he mans the barricades
When
he fires his gun he becomes the same as those he hates
The
bannerman sits writing in the palace of the king
Laws
and prohibitions of his ideology
And
no one dares oppose him for all men he has saved
In
the name of truth and liberty he’s turned them into slaves
“The
moment that Hamlet acts - he becomes Macbeth”
Bernhard Aaronsohn in "The Flaming Sword"
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Words and music by David Prashker
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