From the recording The Midnight Commander
Someone clever once said
Women were not allowed pockets
In case they carried leaflets
To spread sedition
Which means unrest
To you & me
A grandiose word
For commonsense
Fairness
Kindness
Equality
So ladies, start sewing
Dangerous coats
Made of pockets & sedition
~DANGEROUS COATS
by Sharon Owens
Lyrics
My fathers, O my fathers
the seeds that you have sown
Made your war across the sea
And then you brought it home
So all the children suffer
For the gold that you have sought
It's not against your freedom
But your greed that I have fought
What's going on...
My fathers, O my fathers
I will now condemn
Your hatred of my mothers
Of my sisters and my friends
Your imaginary demons
woman, black or queer
Your manufactured outrage
Against your shadow fear
What's going on...
My fathers, O my fathers
I am a straight white man
But the reins of power that you hold
I will not take in hand
I reject the lies you've written
I reject the works you've wrought
I reject your profit margins
For love cannot be bought
O my mothers, wear your dangerous coats
O my sisters, wear your dangerous coats
O my lovers, wear your dangerous coats
with pockets full of love
My fathers, O my fathers
I declare your time is done
Nothing will I take from you
Although I am your son
My hands are for my lovers
For green and growing things
My time is meant for laughter
And the songs that children sing
O my fathers...