Analysis (Election 2010)

Against the castles walls tonight The broken assemblage of squires and knights Dance around the damsel in delight Her distress dispersing dreamers into fights This America deserves a better show While the bugles rage, against the muffled heart The cold winds lean their grief to show Look, now the citadel of hope falls slowly apart No spleandour here for peasants Though, just a long trek of silence into gloom Against clamor of rancour incessants Against the shallow weave of uncringeing doom For what this gust and fuss long Impaling our lives with emptiness and anxiety I do not want to dance this song It is too much noise, too much prise in vanity I told him that people ought to be first When he was giving all the sum to greedy corporations He kept talking while the sick got worse O we are so broken bereft of honor, bereft of visions The splendor falls away from the mist And shivering cold the day, polled and wearied The workers insulted, stood to resist The avalanche flow of words in which fools are burried