Kung ikaw ay isang senador,  ano ang hakbang mo
Paano mo aalamin para malaman ang totoo
At kung alam mo na, isisiwalat mo ba ito
Kung ang madidiin ay isang kaibigan mo

Kung ikaw ay isang mambabatas,  ano kaya ang gagawin
Kapag nalaman ang totoo,  paano ito sasabihin
Kung ang kaibigan o pamilya ang siya namang madidiin
O patutunayan **** ang batas ay nababaluktot mandin

Kung ikaw ay isang mamahayag,  paano ka magsasalita
Doon ka ba sa totoo o kung saan ka may mahihita
Lalo na kung nais mo ring sumikat sa pagbabalita
Basta ba may narinig ka'y isisiwalat mo sa madla

Kung ikaw ay isang pari o kaya'y pastor ng simbahan
Ang puso mo ba ay malapit sa taong naghandog sa 'yong kawan
Utang na loob mo ba ang iyong isasaalang-alang
Dahil ang kawan na hawak mo ay kaniyang natulungan

Paano mo ihahayag kung ikaw ay isang ****
Sa mga kabataang sa harap mo'y nakaupo
Naghihintay ng liwanag,  ng dunong na isusubo
Kung ano ba ang nais mo sa kanila'y ituturo

Kung ikaw ang presidente,  makakaya mo bang lahat
Ang sugpuin ang problemang sa nuno pa natin nag-ugat
Ibababa mo na lang ba ang ngalan ng Pilipinas
Upang laging mayrong tulong sa ibang bansang ngayo'y sikat

Kung ikaw na karaniwang mamamayan na tulad ko
Nag-iisip,  nangangarap ng mabuti sa bayan mo
Ang makita sa 'sang sulyap, paniniwalaan ba ito
O pag-aaralang mabuti kung totoo ang narinig mo

Tayong lahat ay malaya,  malaya kang magpahayag
Malaya kang maniwala kung kanino ka mahahabag
Kung kanino magagalit, kung sino ang nililiyag
Ngunit isipin mo sana ang bukas ng ating mga anak.

It's one after another
Big business on parade
Groveling before Congress about all the loot they made
Millions upon millions on the backs of you and me
Hurting all of us, not just metaphorically

Then there is Congress, passing laws for the rich
And the mighty corporations, how I wish
We had in real life, Jimmy Stewart's Mr. Smith

At least Elizabeth Warren is out there kicking ***
And thank God, we've still got a free press
Exposing the dishonesty, e.g. arbitration is very bad
And old Bernie sure raised a ruckus, it's not over yet

Still, I have hope, I love the USA
So full of character and characters
What did that candidate say?
Vote your conscience (and your intellect) come Election Day
We the people will finally get to play
Oh yeah, and for real, God bless each of you today.

..somehow a worldwide trading system on future emissions worked?

What if we changed, "industry," with, "humanity?"

What if a trading-credits system existed for individual income tax against future projected earnings?


Al Gore was wrong...

Imagine being out of work and gaining credits against future tax liabilities?

...by working for a charity

IS THE MONEY REAL? DOES IT EXIST BEFORE YOU MAKE IT?

If you are a CCX member trading on Wall Street then; YES!

Why should all finance be about struggle and not about love or charity?

DO YOU AGREE WITH CONSTANT STRUGGLE?

THE CENTRAL BANK PRINTS MONEY FROM NOTHING...

Americans can do anything;

...because we control the production of, "money."

"Money...."

Creeping administration slithers along,
The fascist past comes back...
The winged-devil fiddling his song,
For the corporations are his attack!

And even though they know it is wrong,
The greedy-ones will never turn back.
Risking all with the angering throng,
Congress tightens the noose with their acts!

That dark orchestra revolution in the night,
A sweet attar-tune their honey.
And no one best stand up to their might,
When they're all lechering for money!

The truth is turning plastic
And politicians spastic
As they dream up fantastic
Ways to be bombastic.
The anti-intellectuals,
Their rhetoric effectual,
Demand a perpetual
And lucrative processional
To a place they know the score
Where they can amass more
Of money and stores
In disregarding the mores
They were elected for
And continue waging war
Like high-priced political ******.

The truth has no chance
In this genocidal dance
Of unfortunate circumstance
Created to enhance
Resultant happenstance
When, by the seat of his pants
When we happened to glance
Away for a particular moment
And were swamped by the foment
Of eight long years of torment;
Freedoms arteries turned to cement
And any chance of sanity
For American humanity
Got buried in some inanity
About hanging chads and counts
Giving a fool a chance to pounce;
To squeeze the last pure ounce
Of dignity out of the Presidency
By merely taking up residency.

You are totally ruined
From your head to your shoes
You’ve got a crippling case of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
When you don’t get your way
That’s when you always choose
To sing your own arrangement of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.

You’re alone most every night.
You call people up on the phone
Things just ain’t going right
But still you sit home alone.
Your life would be better
If you had somebody to love.
But nobody comes back again
Nobody you approve of.

You are totally ruined
From your head to your shoes
You’ve got a crippling case of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.

You take them out to dinner
And they babble on and on.
You buy candy and flowers
But later they’re still gone.
It can’t be stuff about you
Because you are a dream.
It must be in who you choose
Not as sweet as they seem.

When you don’t get your way
That’s when you always choose
To sing your own arrangement of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.

Would you know how to act
If everything was fine?
Or would you work overtime
To find a cause to whine?
You don’t do a thing in life
To change your mournful song.
Nothing good to sing about
Something’s always wrong.

You are totally ruined
From your head to your shoes
You’ve got a crippling case of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
When you don’t get your way
That’s when you always choose
To sing your own arrangement of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.

Of naked thoughts, unbridled and free
Scattered to the wind, a dearth of harmony
A rip-tide of bellowed speech and angst
Ready to pull apart this ragged seam
And erupt into a festering wound
Divided are two houses with splintered factions
Erases with ease, that which is sacred  
Even to the ungodly
What hatred and guile exists
That they cut off their own heads while declaring victory
A foreshadowing of the times to come
Must we burn down our own house?
And rid ourselves of the most defiant.
Or seek to persevere and gain back dignity
And harmony and charity and peace

Too far I have traveled
Year after year
Mile after mile
But never leaving this town
Enslaved with ignorance
Segregated from the cultivated