Bakunin

A repentant nobel man

He vowed to overthrow the land

Horrified by the treatment of the peasants by his fathers hand

He had a vision destruction his creative urge

He lit a fire and it still burns

Mikhail wanted nothing more than liberty

He denounced the church the state and monarchy

He called for an armed revolution

To overthrow their governmental institution

In a world with a dominant minority

Capitalizing off the poor

The immense majority

Consumed with hatred for authority

Enemy of the state protector of humanity

Eight years of his life were taken from him

Six of those were spent in a dungeon

But he escaped and circled the globe

Once again sticking his neck on the gallows

To oppose the force of tyranny

That keep us locked our classes

Rise up and kick their collective asses

Whatever the form of government may be

A class restricted society

Will be the end result

No reformation without revolt