There’s a revolution threatening
Hanging heavy in the air
Everybody’s planning, scheming, dreaming,
Hoping if they dare
For a better world, a better life
The seeds of revolution
Have been sown as we begin to write
Our new years resolutions.
This year will be different,
Surely this year we’ll remember
Keep on going, growing, keep it up
Right through to next December
But before long we’ve forgotten
And the fire fades away
Until the only revolution
Is the earth revolving quietly
At the start of each new day.

(c) Rich Clarkson 2011