Any dead fish can drift down stream, roll with the blows and manage to ignore the obvious, impervious to any warnings. …
The poor are in the gutter now
Marshalling each penny
The chimp has squandered treasuries
His enemies are many
You can't kill half the world they say
Everyone knows why
We watched the chimpanzee amazed at giving it a try
And every port of passage
Has now become a fort
And every form of market place
Has colour codes of sort
The barricades are very high
We can not tear them down
For the governments of satellites still support the clown
For making war on terrrrists
How do you do that?
By collecting sock puppets
And everyone a fool.
The chimp has gone to Texas
That's where the bad men go
A place designed for presidunces a long, long time ago.
And killers and the worst of men
And those who would have slaves
Who'd make the whole place Tulia
Full of whites and graves
The poor are on the street today, they've gone to greet the king
And wonder what a nego president will bring
And out of the woodwork we now behold the worms
Complicit, servile, hiding, now washing off the germs
Today the sun is shining between the pouring rain
A black and white man takes the lead
But can he take the pain?