All the bones at the bottoms of the rivers

Piling up under the bridges

All of the grief and lonely shivers

Washing out from the land to the seas



All of the mothers and sons in their caskets

For father’s ammo and daughter’s lies

All the babies placed in rivers in baskets

With hopes for their futures and tears in their eyes



The suffering fools can’t be accountable

Their fates stand on the edge of a knife

The suffering fools won’t be available

They don’t last long in the world of lies

I suffer the fools not gladly, but solemnly

It breaks my heart that I’m not on their side

I’m suffering fools and I can’t be responsible

I’ve had to suffer fools all of my life



From the desert of the mediocre, aggressive and arrogant

An oasis of sincerity is what I have sought

All this time I’ve put up with ignorance

to deny my merely rational thoughts



Each of the myths that was meant to save us

A foundation of sorrow and hopeless consent

What can be done with satyrs and saviours

By now no one knows what they really meant



The suffering fools can’t be accountable

Refusing to give, but eager to take

The suffering fools won’t be available

And decline to shift even for their own sake

I suffer the fools not gladly, but shamefully

It breaks my heart to know what’s at stake

I’m suffering fools and I know it’s disgraceful

        But I’ve suffered all the fools that I can take