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