Every sweet lyric from her voice
Vindicates the masses of unfounded love
As skies are bluer, trees greener, clouds whiter
Cannot have but one grim choice
All youthful dreams taken from above
Still they cling to the constant, hateful writer
So collective pain ignored and they rejoice
Indulge in the most beautiful things she can think of
Despite the world growing ever tighter
Yet still the ephemeral we hoist
The suited men sing
Tears over their camp fire
The death that they bring
Floats higher and higher
Glowing ashes to the wind
Brings down foreign lands
Fiery fears end
Bones become the sands
Imaginary monkeys on imaginary backs
We allowed their arms to hold impossibly tightly
Pictures of bloody bodies around money stacks
Politicians take the bills and bleach the blood unsightly
Mouths taped shut that dare launch attacks
And they continue their freedom raids nightly
Turned the corner all those years past
Drank the flavor aid sweetened with child protection
Categorized harmless perverts into contrast
The first of many steps toward full thought perfection
A society based on an ocean of fears deep and vast
Even the slightest whispers are carried farther than before
Touch even the laziest trees and quietest shores
Smash through mountains and break down old monoliths
Fingertips for tanks and filters for fire hoses
In an upside down world shit rolls uphill
Through his white-hooded suit the man in black gets a chill
Warmed only by the crosses he burned
The delights of his regime fade into the colors he hates
At the bottom of the bucket the true colors come to light
A world built on red, brown, yellow, black, and white
Now they open the door
A revolver stares back
One shot left
Barrel down the corridor
Leaping to attack
With movement deft
Begins the unending war
To be taken over by same old hack
Instilling again the bereft
And we take away what we put in
The sad fact that nothing changes
The culture of vanity
Paternal will projections
One more drop of fame
Because we let it fall
Proud crowds praise
For future narcissism
Can say “I was there”
When we ignore issues
And focus on ourselves
Racist motivations
Bourgeois intentions
Freedom calls to us
From the depths of hell
Outside of human irrationality
Easily wrenched by the nameless
And we try to pass blame
One of our own the culprit
To end would mean despotism
And to be unfree again
Next up to plate
Another innocent society
Consumed with a morbid gait
Consuming sans sobriety
Cultural wasteland wake
Too much to abate
For if their luxuries you take
Find yourself next to plate
Seated in chairs made of gold
Upon monuments their parents built
Ears burn at discontent’s sound
From those who dare demand better
When, from the streets the poor demand more
In tallest towers they can only look down
Tell the weak everything is alright
Tell them it’s a worthless fight to fight
And to carry on into the night
But we’ve seen this all before
They’ll be, one day, at the door
To throw them from the thousandth floor
And they’ll be content no more
Contentment, they thought,
Was enough for the poor
Mystified morning
Of shock and terror, fire and death
We hang down our heads
Blame each other and tear down freedom
Where once great men stood
Their children reduced themselves to crawl
While they walk away
The dangerous who wrought their ruin
Gloat that their man triumphed
Peace of mind louder than reality
Who will they champion next
When there is only one left?
In a world with but one master
Everyone is his servant