Viewed from above.
Standing on the edge of reason
I look from high to the crowd beneath me
Each face different from the next
Some bewildered
Most perplexed
This man they seek
Redemption beats him
But what release when chains are heavy
Manacled by invisible tethers
Humanity pretends that all is well
Eyes closed tightly
The truth to frightening
Witnesses are not in favour
The horror of the tyrants fists of fury
The crowd below
Worships freely
A pretence so great
He knows they love him
Truly
Freely
As I gaze from way up high
I drop my ladder down from the sky
The first to try may slip and fall
The multitude will hear my call
To not be blinded by visions of glory
This man who would have them believe him righteous
Climbers ascend to destroy his piety
Don't be fooled by those false prophets
Who would tell you now
That they are worthy
Delivering nothing
While offering riches
Politicians
Sons of bitches
The throng, like sheep
Ignore the facts
Each minute darker
Midnight black
Vote for him
There is no going back
Choose the way
Your head decides to take you
In our heart's
We all covet freedom
From above the view is greatest
The plan lies clear
For all to see it
This view is plainly seen from here
Up above
Horizons peering
The future is bright
As day is dawning
Ideologies
Read by scholars
Promote the facts for faithful
Followers.
AGL
Yes! I like this a lot
ReplyDeleteyes, indeed, policticians - sons of bitches.
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