Crisis

Crisis is their chief export 

Unrest their unloved child 

The promises they make broken 

Huddled masses long to be free of them 

We are such a deafened world 

It’s one crisis after another 

A tighter fitting belt 

As we all do the same work for less and less 

 

It seems to come round every hundred years 

This blackness of the soul 

 its hell on earth 

For which we never had a vote 

A national vote for an international system which does nt work what use is that ? 

We did nt vote him in we are nt that dumb 

What use is a vote 

When it’s the wrong taxation with representation 

 

I see teenagers with hoodies 

With represent on them 

Represent what ? 

Represent what? 

The system is nt failing it’s failed 

More tech and less freedom 

Were is the rebellion ? 

 

It is nt happening because they have the nuclear bombs and supercomputers 

Crazy tech bros 

Who make strangelove look normal by comparison 

What the hell have we got ? 

A muzzled press 

 

Hell 

Hell that’s what we ve got 

A hell with no god who put us here 

Just a broken  system 

A no long fit for propose political system 

Parliament’s and congressional systems 

Are meant to limit the power of tyrants 

You see any evidence of that ? 

Neither do I 

 

A lottery that only pays out the rich 

I am sorry 

I am sorry I was ever born 

Just pointing all this out 

All this stuff you already know 

Because if I am going mad 

I want some company 

It’s bloody lonely out here outside the system 

Bloody lonely 

But at least I am not mad 

Yet ? 

The drives toward madness have all been externally placed not by accident either 

 

 

We all would played the game in the past 

When it seemed to half work 

even foolishly believed it could work 

A medieval jest 

But we’re not laughing anymore 

And ours is not the shame 

 

I know shame

it’s a hidden thing 

not something you shout about at rallies 

Or write off as locker room talk 

It's things you do nt dare to say  

this unbounded tyrant

 will never go away because he has no shame 

something breed him

something deeply rotten 

it's called the death of hope 

I know it intermittently 

when hope dies , it doesn't go quietly 

it is a screaming child 

a confused child 

a child called liberty 

What have we learned from history 

Nothing