Slobbering hounds of hypocracy
Tweaked beyond infinity
Patterned genius on the edge.
Once a setting of the sun
Now a glowing orb rising over the horizon.
Golden rays embracing the ocean vast,
Multipled beyond the single vision
That once held us in its grasp.
Too many times have I failed to see
The reflected wonders in the depths.
I was carried away by circumstance
And the rumors of those with microphones
Speaking louder than the rest.
Assured of their own personal glory,
They spoke of evil
And of the inimical sin of the open-hearted.
They mocked the peace-loving hairy ones
And those who sought harmony with the earth.
They locked up those who decried
the emancipation of man,
And furnished criticism
of those who would help others reach their goals.
Yes, they called us evil,
When all along they were lying through their teeth.
Slobbering hounds of hypocracy,
Fooling those with little information.
They Made up stories to twist the masses
So that they looked away from their own inaction.
But all along there they were conniving,
Harboring but a single goal:
To return authority to their mindless demigods,
those who stood before cameras
on the ruins of once great civilizations.
Oh, they had a plan;
It was to reap from the planet
All that their greedy hearts could devour
At the banquet table.