THEIR DEMOCRACY

THEIR DEMOCRACY

Part one

They are our Gods
They know what's best
For you and me the electorate
Apparatchiks from a shrinking pool
White wasp school boys
And token pearl wearing girls
Pretending to be working-class
Conning you and me from the start
Conservative or progressive
Private schooled on both sides
Taking us all down into a mire.

Part two

They are our doom
Sanitizing me and you
With obsessive control
Restricting me and you
With punctuated policies
Denying me and you
The chance to even speak
Incarcerating me and you
In brick veneer dungeons

And can you hear
The carcinogenic media
Transmitting
Tabloid indoctrination
While politicians
Fear action
So they dance
And they skip
After newspapers
Camera lenses
Microphones
Makeup chairs
Blowing down
The streets
As lawyers
Circle
Overhead
Our carcass
Liberty.

Part three
And they play with the dark arts
The necromancy of demographics
Candle lit sacrificial polling
Candidates placed in electrical circles
The voters' blood begins to run
To consecrate political victory
The beast arises with the unholy mandate.

Part four

Hear me
For I am you
And you are me
And we trapped
So trapped
In their democracy
And they are our Gods
And they are our doom
And never ask them for the truth
For they can only answer
By spinning
You and me into their
Abyss.