Temporary solutions ... satire
Ecclesiastes 1:9 New English Translation (NET Bible)
9 What exists now is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done;
there is nothing truly new on earth.
Problems,problems ... always problems
Solve them, solve them ... solve them how?
Temporary solutions ... is all we give them
try to make them happy ... just for now
Bandage, bandage ... just use bandage
so that all appears well cared
even though infections are developing
Fool them ... tell them all is well
This way, that way ... any way you want too
do what your own heart desires
Who cares that you're hurting others
let them sink in their own mire?
Hell bound, spell bound ... just going around
let them wonder ... what it is about
No direction feed them satisfaction
keep them cluttered ... keep them in a crowd
Freedom, freedom ... tell them they can vote
in the end so we use our own remote
Pick our own ... but tell them they can choose
twist their neck and put it in a loose
Tell in the news ... that we really care
If they don't work ...we'll put them on welfare
We can prove ... most of government is there
draining our pockets for bureaucratic fare
Twisted, mingled ... everyone is baffled
how for goodness did we get in this shape?
Some say “Wow!” ... Did it take forever?
Others think "forever" is just fake
One step forward ... three steps backwards
we are sure to get somewhere one day
Progress making aha! ... just faking
"keep blinders on them" ... for good to stay
Peace, peace ... everyone wants peace
not tranquillity ... but a piece of the pie
If we don't get it ... let us force the issue
if not by working ... we'll get with a lie
Hocus-pocus hm! ... nothing is disappearing
I guess all magic ... is gone for good
Maybe dreams are the only thing remaining
Hope we’ll keep them for the brotherhood
Listen to the news there is no propaganda
just believe every thing you hear
All these cats act like talking from the pulpit
with a smiling face telling you not to fear
Crime is up because pro-life is demonstrating
pick those bums up ... throw them into jail
Torture, burn or simply castrate them
all those idiots protecting the unborn babe
We are right ... we are politicians
We sold our souls for a good price
We are ensured to be the spiritual morticians
to serve ourselves ... ain’t we looking nice?
Jan Wienen