Almost half these souls today
Standing queued at the SSA
Voted for that jaundiced bloke
Who has promised to revoke
The services they’re here to get
Without the single least regret
Careless or how much they paid
Regardless of the plans they made
All throughout their working years
To avoid the pain and tears
Spoken of in elder’s tales
Of the trials and travails
Before this social safety net
Made retirement a safe bet
All to give a tasty treat
To his buddies on Wall Steet.
What did I ever do to fill you with such rage,
That you would see me dead, my ink wiped from the page?
Can I not just live my life, without the fear of murder
Because of skin or faith or tongue? Or is it something further
Afield than these ideas, some unimagined sin,
Committed all unknowing, that raises all this din?
Please attend my friend, before you pull the trigger,
Let us embrace instead, not make the difference bigger!
I assure you friend, I bear you zero malice
Whether you reside in bayt or yurt or palace.
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!
