Our brightest “STARS” are squashed like flies,
OR tail along like mindless mice,
In spark-less spineless shady sway,
That swells our shame from day to day.

In votes-sold-state of SUN-soaked-slaves,
Where PALMTREES molt in self-dug graves,
And vultures pounce on last year’s trash,
A bleeding land is hanged in cash!

The flowering Hopes of sprouting youths,
Are fast entombed in poisoned roots.
Like Mice entrapped with magic wand,
Our youths wing it to VISA land!

We swing and drop from low to low,
And swim and drown in dirty flow,
Clinging to straws that stab our souls,
Like lab-raised breed designed for woes.

The tears we shed are burning coal,
The sweat we drop can fill hell’s hole.
A “Choir” Crew hiss out the noise,
To boost a rhyme-less State House voice.

The broken bits of promised pies,
So long buried in concrete lies,
Are well-watered with tired tales,
To string a line of soulless snakes.

SEE the pools of porous paint,
Splashed out anew to hide the taint,
On doors that lead to halls of doom,
Where many rush to grab a room!

Recycled trash of yesteryears,
Are packaged neat in flashier gears.
The singing Clowns who sell the rot,
Will roll their tongues in every pot.

Grouping around in darkness deep,
We clash and crash and wail and weep:
And while we fail and fall like flakes,
Our “Big Men” fish in blood-filled lakes.

And as we sink on our own swords,
We’re left to choke on our Last Words:

“I-N…..

D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-C-E”!