They speak of strong and stable From upon the piles of bodies Single parents, students, disabled, All crushed beneath their buddies Sitting comfortably at tables Ignoring statisticians and studies Eating enough to feed the poor for weeks.
They "help" the Just About Managing While managing the damaging Of every socioeconomic security "For the good of the country" - false purity All hints of injustice swept quickly aside With an aside, a joke, to hide the domocide Avert the eyes, from the resounding bell toll As the death toll climbs, losing control
There is no war here, no battle, no fight, Only poverty and hunger - the trophies of the right.