ikonoclastes

when we have smashed the image of the king
and put in place the symbols of the state
we listen while the joyous bells loud ring
in deepest thankfulness to democratic fate
the work's the same the ground is just as hard
but we are upright on our feet at last
we have free choice we are no longer barred
by those above us as back in the past
now we're the people not a sullen mob
our choices and our hopes the things that matter
to lead to organise is just another job
we have to get done without idle chatter
democracy's never silent that's the case
we say these things right to our leader's face