Friday, November 22, 2013

Disingenuous of A

Disingenuous of A
Yes, something stinks that is to say
In this country where so often fact
Is baked, refined and sold like smack

Now rampant addiction has ensued
Masses need the comfort of servitude
Or the euphoria that can only be enjoyed
With blind ignorance to what's destroyed

In exchange for some great honourable dream
Little more than a scratch'n'win it seems
Because we're told this running race is fair
When most have weights or even chains to wear. 

Hypocrisy like this survives
Entwined through 300 million lives 
Because to break it down would be to say
We're not the greatest, this is not the way.

When truth is simply bought and sold
Along with the democracy of old
Which this country built its name upon 
Then what was great is all but gone

So if there is some that still believe
Not in divisive gods, but in equality
Then now is the time that they should stand
'Cause they are the only hope left for this once great land.

For money cannot buy respect
In truth, they rarely intersect.
So question much, and let power reside
In numbers of people, not numbers of bribes

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