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Chevrons Governing by gaslight, with flames weak, burning blue Lies that just don't sit right, illusions sold as true Transparent propaganda, mailed daily to the front Paged to the wealthy, pandered, expressed timely, angled... blunt The puppets take the headlines, the masters hide between; in white noise, blur the guidelines, whilst ink runs the machine Blood from richer quarters, dumbed down, thinner for the herd A blurring of the borders, a slurring down of words Slogans on a background, numbering in three Red to green the horn sounds, with chevrons sold as key Working on the yellow, in cowardice they hide; in fridges cold, they bellow, forever locked inside Wolves in shepherd's clothing, with syndrome riddled flocks Stock homed, uncertain... roving Crooks, hooking all the stock A future, "Strong and Stable" "Let's get it done", they blurt Mantras strewn cross tables ... cattle so far from alert Grazing as the curve grows, with actions moot, inane Transparent as the windows, where rainbows stick in pane so others, they might see them, and keep within the lines Applause all round at 8 p.m. with scalpels drawn at 9 Incisions from the first stage, a clumsy cut and thrust 'midst advice offered far too SAGE, just WHO else can we trust? With all the things that irk us, all the times they've lied Elect a clown, Elect a circus, where the ring masters reside with half arsed Trojan jesters, Teflon coated, to be sure; snuck 10 streets down, they fester to purloin and pilfer more Shrouded in the corners, of the big top in the dark "Roll up, Roll up" they warn us, as the puppet masters bark whilst Bungle, George and Zippy, burn with Sooty, Sue and Sweep Izzy Wizzy, let's get busy ... that's a rainbow you can keep! A rainbow of deception, truths fragment in such light Bold lies defy decryption, more rain to come tonight Some argue its ineptness, more likely by design When shepherds couldn't care less, provided much more time than folks in neighboured fields, where ill winds blew too soon Thinking livestock might just wield some resistance, be immune A woeful lack of insight, a thinning of the herd Governing by gaslight, ... if governing's the word |