Democracy

Democracy

Take me to your leaders,

All the liars, all the bleeders,

All the losers, all the winners,

all the lovers, all the sinners.

Be they old or be they young,

Their crimes and quibbles are such fun.

The place without them don't exist.

We need them don't you see.

Upon their foibles we subsist.

It's called Democracy.

So when you look upon the flag,

and wish upon a star.

Know you call on a burnt out rag.

Topped with feather and tar.

No one knows from whence they come,

These strangers in their dark attire.

All we know is each year and some,

We build a funerary pyre.

The unwashed masses are all struck dumb,

By synthesis of the clever liar.

Cares of heaven and earth count not a crumb,

In the minds of foundling children's sire.

All care is for cash sent by the wire,

To Swiss and Caribbean Terminum.

What's the solution, I don't know.

I'm just a man you see.

I just sit back and watch the show.

A slave to democracy.