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.