Who's Afraid of who?

As nasty kids From dark back streets We opened our eyes And all was filthy and old. Hardly taken my first steps And I went there ; In the castle square It was different, There was green and shops Coaches and tourists. A copper nicked me, Called me a delinquent, Put me in a boarding school Where there were nuns Who learned us to pray, Thrashing us for nothing. We rejected The culture of the bourgeoisie And they wanted to re-educate us In the reformatories. Between blows and hunger We learned to hate. Over 18 now But still not ready To enter society, Then they condemned us And put us In dark rooms With bars and closed doors, Piss pots under the beds And the empty mess tin Which for us is like famine in India. Woking for peanuts Or staying banged up, We saw what explotation is. They beat the shit out of us And threw us in solitary - We saw the smiles And filthy looks On the marshals and the brigadiers - They too the slaves of the system.

But we cried out It will be a hot summer, We captured the prison Smashed the walls Tore off the gates Set fire to the mattresses And beat up the filthy guards. Then thousands of cops Stuck Tear gas bombs On our roofs. The struggle will go on we cried. But we were still small. We lost the battle, But it will be a long war. Then they chained us up And sent us far away. A pig bastard said Don't be afraid you robbing ScumÓ But the comrade with the raised fist Shouted Who's afraid of who? This is already war With many wounded - All we have left is our struggle The struggle will go on we cried. Sergo Romeo 25 October 1973