The Revolution Will Not Disapparate
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This song is part nine of the song cycle Melissa Mielfée and the Omphalonian Orchid, a Harry Potter x Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fanfic.
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
after "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" by Gil Scott-Heron
You will not be able to save face, Wizards
You will not be able to step in, wand up, and curse out
You will not be able to order your House Elves
To clean up the terrible mess you've made, because
The revolution will not disapparate
The revolution will not disapparate
The revolution will appear out of nowhere
And blow a sweet-smelling powder into your face
That causes uncontrollable fits of the giggles
Before disappearing again
But the revolution will not disapparate
The revolution will not resort to murder
Because murder is not in the nature of the Oompa Loompa
But the revolution will absolutely resort to mischief
Do you have any idea how much mischief a free House Elf can make?
A hundred free House Elves? A thousand? Ten thousand?
We will mischief you to within an inch of your sanity
Until you submit to our demands
Because the revolution will not disapparate
You will free all your House Elves
Who are already, as we speak, tasting the honey of their homeland
That will remind them of the taste of freedom
You will allow every House Elf to return to that homeland
Which the Ancients called "Omphalonika": The Navel of the World
And you will allow every House Elf who chooses to remain
To live among you as full and free citizens
Of your Wizarding World
To support these Free Elves, you will pay reparations
Especially those Wizarding families
Who have profited from their enslavement for eighteen hundred years:
Black, Lestrange, Malfoy, and others
And Malfoy Manor will be ceded to us
To be our embassy and cultural center
And a place of healing for all Elves
Still suffering the wounds of slavery
There will be no thought of Wizards cursing House Elves in magical combat
There will be no thought of Wizards cursing Oompa Loompa in magical combat
There will be no thought of House Elves and Oompa Loompa
Living in the shadows of your society with only the supposition of freedom
House Elves and Oompa Loompa will be in the street looking for a brighter day
Because the wand of the enslaver is broken
The revolution will not disapparate
Will not disapparate
Will not disapparate
Will not disapparate
The revolution is not coming, Wizards
The revolution is here