Choking up your lungs as it burns
As pile after pile of paper burns
As Molotov after Molotov is hurled
As the people you pay to protect you
Turn around and shoot
All this does is broaden a divide
As an infant cries in his father's arms
What are we doing?
Where are we going?
Will this ever end?
All around you can hear screams
As this country lies bleeding
Does anyone care?
Or is it going to be another day at the office?
The blame games and shrugs
The refusal to take responsibility
As prices to be paid multiply
In whose bank account is the money credited?
Meanwhile, the lean get leaner
The fat get fatter
And the country we call Mother
Suffers under our blows
The Bilge Master
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