Why should I curb my caustic tongue
When seeing all the damage done
By all your fears and monstrous greed
Harming those in dire need?
All so you can gather more
To bank away so far off-shore
Lest someone else, who has a soul
Exact from you too high a toll
Jeopardizing some distant dream
In which you finally become the cream
Rising high atop the rest
Like life is just some kind of test
To judge just who the worthy are
For us to worship from afar?
Now listen here! You’re just man!
I’ll never be your fawning fan
Nor will I censor bitter word
When faced with statement so absurd
That none with eyes and open mind
Could, therein, some logic find.
And if, by chance, you take offense
Because I choose to look for sense,
Before you sigh, express lament
About the “fools” you represent,
Remember you’re no mighty king
Unto whom we peasants sing,
It’s your desire, oh so fervent
To be elected, OUR public servant!