By society’s sickbed a spirit dwells
In a silky voice it casts its spells
It was present at the bombing of Guernica
And throughout the reign of Caligula
And now, it has its eyes on America
How come the ghost refuses to die?
I've seen its shadow against the moonlit sky
In Bergen Belsen the ghost grew strong
And it followed the marches of Mao Zedong
Where power is present, that's where the ghost belongs
Corporate boardrooms suit it well
A perfect environment to cast its spell
When Sirens sing, we all listen to their songs
The
Unless you're willing to open your eyes
It speaks freely of authority
Of entitlement and majority
And disregards the voices of the weak
It whispers "it's us against them now;"
"It's time to hate, hurt, and condemn them now"
It-does not believe the Earth belongs to the meek
It was present at the bombing of Guernica
And throughout the reign of Caligula
And now, it has cast its eyes on America
Now, it has cast its eyes on America...
Now, it has cast its eyes on America...
© dp, 2012