Room 101

Common decency cries
And empathy’s shaking
Palestinian child
With the future she’s cradling
A woman’s right to choose
Lies prone in the corner
There’s a bolt on the door
101 is the number

A judge stares into space
Constitution lies shredded
Free speech cannot speak
And the truth sits beheaded
Trade unions wrestle
As they’re chained to the floor
101 is the number
There’s a bolt on the door

Transition is shackled
Up against the wall
With your tired, huddled masses
Their crime being poor
And she who cried as rape
Head shaved as a traitor
There’s a bolt on the door
101 is the number