At the Wheel
Duty calls to us to react
Against such hatred
As -
A man who simply wants to build
Is killed -
In sandy far off hills.
Peace knows it’s time to concentrate
On hate -
And how to compensate.
What says the noble men of old?
Who’s stories, now are never told.
Instead,
A bed,
Of constant dread -
We sleep with guns beneath our heads;
And slumber to the merry news
Streaming through a TV tube,
So rude -
They never tell the truth,
And cover it with glory’s loot.
So toot -
Your horns and guzzle gas,
And give The Man your hard earned cash.
Where’s Liberty, when madmen rule?
Now Justice’s just a letting pool
Of blood -
Where war is now the key,
To lift a sad economy.
Where hero’s die for corporate deals -
Our lives depend on hands that steal!
We’ve let the bad guys
take the wheel.
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