Parasites Paupers and Presidents

Oh God what is wrong with your people Can you feel it, the pain and the loss Are we each to be martyred and broken Our sentence to end on the cross The world cries in vain, for a leader You killer, you pervert, you ***** As each tears the other, to pieces Still they clamber to sit on that chair There are those that wilfully plunder The riches they claim, as their right Though it’s tearing their neighbour, asunder So what! that’s the way of the fight Political puppets still pending On election results, for to see Who will skin from the hides of the lowly For their flesh or their lucre to bleed Keep changing their juxtapositions One falls and another one rises From party to party, they party Securing, political prizes Policies, policies, policies Whilst we drown in a whirlpool, of **** Political correctness abounds If themselves aren’t the victims of it How the dead they must roll, in their graves As daily they’re Joined, by their kin As political promise piles higher Eclipsed by the weight of their sins A country of saints and of scholars Of singers, of poets and of bards Condescension and greed, are her virtues Our fate’s in the twist, of the cards We wait, with the Wonder of children A president, let us rejoice A future of change, in the making A fool, without even a voice Break the chains, of the bastards, before you Can’t you see, we’re all sick of the lies As suicides mount up, daily Can’t you hear it, the pain in their cries A leader who’ll fight for the people In these times, that are hotter than Hell Will no-one stand tall, for the feeble Only history ….. and time, it will tell