LYRIC FOR SALE

By Mykel

What we need is a captain
with the vision to steer.
Someone whose intentions are patently clear -
To fight the storm in the distance
with integrity, wisdom, persistence -
But what we've got is a lie that his faithful won't fear.

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Now our lips are inactive
and our minds are so still.
He can, with ease,
make us swallow their bitter pill.
To increase the false class
of his monkeys' cold brass
to the detriment of his long, long-lost brother's will.

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He'll divide and conquer
the ones who resist,
with a policy of more
than just cease and desist.
He'll then line the fat pockets
of his party's skyrockets,
while those less fortunate will, in his trip,
simply cease to exist.

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He'll preach his cheap rhetoric
from the pulpit of commerce,
and assume from that height
he can force it upon us.
He'll encourage a score,
at the expense of the poor,
with a majority that he thinks
is a mandate to punish.

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But our one hope is this –
The mistake he has borne.
We now know that his tactics are fundamentally flawed.
The pill that he gives
is a life sedative.
The effects of such sentence
He'll regret he ignored.

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For if his bitter pill
can make us all dream,
One day we'll awaken -
It is then we will scream.
We can open the gates to the flood of compassion
and relaunch our boat in an empowered fashion.
We can selectively throw over board
those who have over-bought,
and finally cease, once and for all,
His inequitable ration.

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We will excite those who for so long
tried to sedate us.
Then subject to our justice
the ones who corrupt us.
We can then charge a fee
upon those who preach servility,
and finally keelhaul the ones
who still try to oppress us.

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Such great mutiny
will not be totally free.
It's sad that some will die in the long sleep
and not wake to the new equity.
But those who survive need not worry the cost.
We will see, in our fight,
the one casualty
will be our innocence lost.