X-Ray

I bought a pair of X-Ray Specs
From a shop on on a tor on a ley line in Wessex
I put the mini-miracles on my nose
And they worked! I could see under other people's clothes

The novelty wore off and I soon got bored
Save for occasional beauty which couldn't be ignored
Whilst considering the ditching of the bins which I'd bought
I noticed I could see through other people's thoughts

I listened to the speeches of the politician there
I didn't see a land which was equal and fair
I saw a pile of great ideas decaying in a ditch
And all paths led to that place where his friends got super rich

I listened to the IMF and World Bank about need
But all I saw was plundering and unencumbered greed
The Prince spoke out: My vision filled with privilege for royals
I listened to the President, but all I saw was oil

Despairing of the magic held before my eyes
And the curse of knowing truth behind the power people's lies
I tried to take the goggles off in one symbolic snatch
And much to my embarrassment discovered them attached

By this time, my disclosures had made me a pariah
To get rid of my x-ray specs became my sole desire
I went back down to Wessex found the tor that it was on
But much to my frustration found out that the shop was gone

I lived a life in solitude despairing at my want
I made the odd appearance as an idiot savant
But then one day I thought how I should use my curse for good
And turn myself into a four-eyed modern Robin Hood

I organise and agitate and shout for facts ignored
Ignore the pleas for tighter belts, from those who live like
lords
I'm coming to the end and so I'll tell you only this:
It suits those who enslave you to think "ignorance is bliss"