In his life the politicians are dragons
They hide in the craggy dark mountainous expanse
of their own words
They watch from afar with their wolves
The police who break open the doors
Of sorry criminals
Who were victims of their circumstances
Bankers are demons that give no freedom
To the debt ridden workers who are their slaves
The workers break their backs just to save
Or even pay their way
The priests are prophets of doom
They give us a guilt ridden hiding with their words
Before we get to our tombs
The anarchists the ones who don’t follow
are the people locked away in insane asylums
their truth to hard to swallow.
While the monsters run the show.
Life was not meant to be like this
In Babylon where we seek salvation but always miss.