A mob dressed in
The growing unrest
As a uniformed sea cuffs
Minds
And media stokes the fires
That government kindled
To convince the damned
We have purchased hell
A mob pressed in
By fences and weapons
As their senators fed them
Lies
And the blue sea marches in circles while
We sit motionless
And propagandists on both sides
Churn out half truths
A mob founded in
A wish for change, even as
We perpetuate the cycle night and day
For fear of protesting
Our purses and pensions
For fear of dissenting
Against the monsters we've been
When times were good
And out of some misguided hope
That things would go
The way they should
We stood idly by
Through Patriot Act and
Unwarranted surveillance
Assuring ourselves
As individuals we weren't interesting enough
To get Big Brother's attention
Little did we know then
What being little brother meant
That our ability to sway decisions
Would be tested and found
Wanting
That our hopes and dreams were secondary
To those of our corporate patron
A mob dressed in
The growing unrest
Yet falling to the fences and weapons
They've yet to brandish
The hand of a corporate father
The watchful eye of our manic media mother
The parents of the house have yet to bother
Stepping in
When the lackeys we've empowered
Have been so effective.
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