Sheep
First Posted: 05/17/07Posted by: J MaC
Its days are numbered That blanched house on the hill The invaders are marching To the beat of a jaundiced dollar bill Shades of Troy Deceivers from within The pompous frauds You got grassed by an insidious grin Busy Busy Busy doing everything and nothing Chasing bigger money Or simply staving off poverty Living "free" Lost in the organized chaos Of radio and TV Oblivious to the games The herders play Plumb center on the information highway Bamboozled by fear So much and so little To see and hear Democracy How wonderful is that bullshit brew? Wangle many Elevate a select few Education is pricey By design The "educated" minority And I use educated rather loosely Really don't matter It's the flock languishing in the pew The ones who can't think for themselves The ones who can't read or even worse Understand what they're reading The ones most susceptible To all that jive you spew while you're singing During before and after The sleaze-filled political romancing Yes them The ones they so cleverly keep In the illuminated dark The sheep It's the populous Mostly "sleeping" It's them Keeping That grand illusion of freedom Democracy going And so, well fed For the most part Well entertained For the most part Thoroughly and skillfully Manipulated Fat For the most part Happy For the most part You awake one morning A falling sky A fleeing lie No house on the hill No more apples in the pie Reality is a foreign word Sheep No shepherd Shades of Troy Deceivers from within The pompous frauds You got grassed by an insidious grin Opened that big black book Your fate is a single Chilling word Sheep No shepherd Don't even waste your time looking up Sheep © 2007 Ahkenaton
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