The Pronouncement

 They know it, surely, they know,

'tis true, I tell you, they know,

of the hunger in the land, they know,

of the anger in the land they know:

from the snow-capped mountains' peaks,

to the legislature where insanity leaks,

the voice is loud, the resonance is clear,

the citizen no longer is held dear.

The votes were counted, the seats were filled,

the oaths were taken, the candidates were thrilled,

for the people they vowed to stand,

yea, for every person that tills the land,

but the tales of valor they told, so grand,

became like unsalted fish, so truly bland,

the enemies rose up from all the land,

of imaginary threats, they sung in the land;

look around, the sorrow is palpable,

in the land indeed, the fear is tangible,

the tears on the fabric of a nation torn

by leaders whose ideas by time are worn:

the mirror is broken, but still it reflects

the image of a people impaired by defects

created by leaders whose greed perfects

the ruin of a nation and its grave effects.

In every sense, there's lack of sense,

but the notes are clear and full of sense,

for the status-quo, the end is nigh,

for the reign of the senseless, the end is nigh;

the people have spoken, the nausea is clear,

the people have spoken, the intent is clear,

'tis time, the moment, when sense is made,

when sense will arise from every shade:

arise, my people, let's make a change,

for posterity, to make a change,

our children should be the present dream,

the dream of yesterday is today's theme,

every man and woman, my people, arise,

as pronounces the yeoman
, attack by surprise.

(gsk) ©