Punishing innocence
Precariously perched on a ledge
Defamed and hunted down
This collective paternalism
Is overwhelming and stupid.
Blame goes two ways
When you conspire to feed fodder to your flock.
Like the artist who kills butterflies
The hunter prizes its fragility
Dismemberment takes place behind
Closed doors
And the result is our pledge to their values
For what harm is there in it.
That color ringed in blue of that new hierarchy
Powerful nouveau elite
Gradually we'll mow you down.
We've placed fear in you
Feed you objects of plasma
Because you won't come to notice
Our business in that territory‘s back yard.
For how can there be statutory independence
In a review that says sorry,
That's not enough cricket.
Start a riot and we'll demote you,
The execution of your death need not be corporeal.
Uranium.
Perhaps I should stay on the dole
Rather than work for you
I'm a hypocrite
Of your politics,
You chose it even when you stand by
Of course your power is well done.
Nothing lasts forever
The last laugh is on us,
Organised trouble.
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