This planet needs more martyrs
Sacrificed on the Altar of the Holy Beast
For the sake of the Holy Dream!
Poets have a right to say
Whatever they want to say
And so sometimes they say it without shame
When they’re free. . .
Poets, those hoarders!
Hoarders without borders!
We have surrendered
Our craft to the totalitarian regime
We were so very smart, naïve
Confident and lazy
We just handed over the key
Now the government
Requires unrestricted access to all
If you have nothing to hide it won’t be a problem!
“Relax your sphincters, patriots!
Here comes the peggin’ President!”
But wait, there’s hope
Today, all of the windmills were defeated
We’re finally getting somewhere.