may i have this dance?

May I have this dance? 

will you interlock your fingers into mine whilst we dance the dance of freedom,

together we'll push back flowers into the hairs of non believers,

while we sing from our hearts in hope for equity, 

let them hear the harmonies of thousands as we sing for the fallen, 

those whose mouths have been sealed shut by the 'key to the city'.

May I have this dance? 

as our feet rhythmically move in unison upon the earth once treasured,

may the sun lead our path through the streets of London,

every so often welcoming those who've been serenaded by our cries for liberation,

leaving behind their ties and briefcases on broken pavement.

May I have this dance? 

until we are faced with the barriers that protects the street of the rich,

where we will not scream,

we will not shout nor threaten, 

we will not fight nor ruin,

because a king does not destroy his kingdom,

we will simply sing the song of the ones to follow,

words that will fortify the lives of the unborn.

May I have this dance?

so we can shine light on hope and leave our hatred in the shadows,

so we can prove to them although we beg for change it is them who at heart are truly poor, 

so we can paint the town in colours of democracy,

green...red...maybe even a weird orangey-yellow

but believe me I will not fight the system, 

I will not let them turn my knuckles blue,

this is not a fight...to me this is just an inelegant waltz, 

so now I hold out my hand and ask, 

may I?