There you are
with your new guitar and bleached hair,
stood before
a torrent of chants that do not care
Do you sing a song of pity,
of self loathing and freedom?
Do you sing a song of lies,
of politics and deceiving?
There you stand
with shaking arms inside a designer shirt
gazing out with
a smile fastened so tight it hurts
skin unfeeling as the grand drapes start unreeling
exposing a mass of faces vile and cheating
Oh shall we lead these fans and followers,
like rats to the water?
Do we take their willing hands
and lead the lambs to the slaughter?
When humans digest so much emotion it boats their heads
'tis the seed of exploding bombs and streets that run red
infected with disillusioned beliefs and false prophets
oh what do we do when the paranoia rockets?
Cocaine, drugs and easy friends
writing songs and music, distracted messages that fail to send -
Do we sing a song of peace,
of fair equality and proprietary?
Or shall we sing a song of truth,
of gluttony, of the fecal stain that is our society?