Waxing Political Waning

Ask you men do ye yet ken still acting in the right? Of better days and other ways We faced each day and night Whispered secrets of delight enchanted dreams of youth Wisps of withered warps of worth Without the ring of truth Who owns it now? that treasured gem That gleam of treasure lost Is it yet hid from those and them Who cannot weigh the cost In years and weeks and days of time In buckets flagons tuns Will yet they whisper scheme, design To take away our guns? Mistake me not in normal ken Who work for daily bread Beware of theses dogooding men Who preach of kids in need Who speak of lofty aims and goals and live in constant greed The Welfare State That Land of Hate That spills of wants and needs is grasping like a drowning man In water clogged with weeds and as he pulls the worker down he brags of his good deeds We know how much this action costs In trillions of papered debt But ask can we consider toll on souls of fools who bet On future lives of yet un born to pay for all they steal They'll pay you say in other ways in other days Who counts? who weighs? The cost Of lost?