Mischief is in our world

Each and every way you turn

Torn, tattered and furled

Our morals have surely burned

 

We close our eyes to reality

not wanting to know the truth

This is our inevitable fatality

We choose to ignore the sleuth

 

There is a man behind it all

A man who pulls the strings

He answers to the elitists call

He keeps them in the seat of kings

 

Our society remains blinded

Distracted by fruitless endeavors

All carefully masterminded

They work because we refuse to stand together

 

Our children are worker ants

Taught to obey authority

Never to question the repetitive chants

By this we have become the minority

 

Our world is going down the latrine

and our government does not care

Our society is becoming a machine

Simply to stay out of their hair