A new war-cry tumbles into the fray
a'other mantra berth from book of twisted creations
a sound-bite joins the show and walks the catwalk
dressed with injurious design and forget-me-not lilies
a morsel of tale for the morsel minds easily digested
twisted out of context fried and dusted nuggets
for the delectation of the chained and hungry minds
Here, a boy with five small barley loaves n two small fish
He did it, we can do better for ours is the age of digital
the dawn of machine politics, spin doctors and fake news
Now the multitudes are always hungry and its a fast paced globe
its dogs eat dogs and the sound-bites are steaming hot-dogs
Our Red Church of the Multiplication preaches sound-bites galore
mix and mash, twist and distort, smear and gloss, bake and serve
**** the Purist, **** the truth and feed the gilded to the masses
The shamed white Thieves raging at the righteous man that shamed them
A vendetta they say, you do not intimidated I say
Do your worst white thieves and their errand crowds
Do you worst for you too and gang know no Peace