Democracy's bastard ill defined,
with contours blurred by changing times,
now fights with lies to take position,
demanding audience with righteous petition.
Each cry louder than the next,
to promise more and offer less.
But know when greed takes waters path,
nothing good will come to pass.
Fresh from the mill into the press,
another face to pass the blame,
and draw the cart to the bloodied block,
where flies swarm thick upon past shame.
Thus swine will leave their pearls untouched,
to gorge themselves on hungers pains,
Then hierarchies are built on faith,
that reason yields to fear of change.
And though so many heavy ploughs,
turn earth on stricken fields,
the blight still thrives,
beneath the dust concealed.
Society might twist beneath the weight of
but each turn brings the stench of fresh denial.
Long is the night for those who's vision,
strays to chase the day beyond.
When fiction fails to satisfy,
and trust in human judgement's gone.
Not knowing what the dawn will bring.
Nor knowing if the dawn will come.
We claw our way on darkened paths,
pursued by fears we can't outrun.
Fight or flight or go to ground,
no choices here are clear,
then evil lurks whenever hope is near.
Question who you choose to trust,
and do not follow fools,
then those who'd gladly lead are those who'd rule.