The patriot acts without a brain
To keep the status quo insane
So little thought and so offensive
It's far too much to be retentive

Despotic leaders take the cake
And cry for blood, their thirst to slake
And then they bend the rules it's true
And leave but crumbs for me and you

Pyramids of fear have formed
Beneath the ones who desert stormed
While better folk are hand to mouth
With bugs and taps from north to south

Do not fear, you all who love
Shed your tears and rise above
Set your sites to better bests
Labor honest, love the rests...ttr