Do you buy into this ballot-box choice?
Are we not all blindly taught and lead.
Leaderless, restless; without a “voice”
Walked; hand in hand with the dead.
Lambs ourselves will be spring sheared?
Slaved-out; rotting in a maturing pasture.
Quietly this slaughter goes on unheard:
Autumnal wool-cutters have no-future.
There’s no winter fuel Old-jackass mule!
Just try and keep those brightest in school.
Trust in the barmy rule of boom and bust!
They’ll fill in their tax-holes with your dust.
A chip off the block; behind the woodshed
They’re loose on scruples and on moral.
This explains, why, our children quarrel
Just to be teacher’s pet, to get ahead...
In the corridors of power! What a foil...
To get embroiled in a principled, war.
Yes; principally, for crude black oil.
Because the blood of the lamb,
Is after all; here, and everywhere, afar
A car driving... Juggernauting... man...
