We Need a Man in the Know

When at last the people
Realize that to be free
You can’t be feeble
Or nice, or happy,
To be free you
Gotta be fierce
And swift, righteous
Your words must pierce
And make justice
And remain true.

When our leaders see
That we won’t be shoved
Or controlled they’ll be
more needed to be loved,
but we shan’t give in.
We ask questions
We might answers,
They send revelations,
The economy flutters
In the painted pen.

We protest and picket,
They racketeer and steal,
They promise, then they forget,
They take our money and meals.
Then they fine us when we say no.
Ain’t talkin’, ain’t complainin’
I don’t think I like the president,
He keeps on blabberin’
And makes illegal’s the residents.
We need a man in the know.

Humans control other
Men’s lives and minds.
They promise offers
And services, and products all the time,
And they get away with it.
They set goals and such,
But then they rack up the price
Of oil, food, cars, clothes, and much
More because someone has more rice,
Ahh, what gives them that right to it.

For the time will come up
When the people will set straight
The rich and influential before they erupt,
Before it becomes too late,
Before darkness at noon.
We will break the tide,
Become the first now
Instead the last on the ride
The last on the plow,
The outcasts under the Moon.

A ship comes into the harbor
For to give hell to anyone
Who distrusts their barbers,
But just before their done,
The sailors will shout
To those around,
“Get outta here
‘fore I get you bound
to an endless fear about.

When the wise men
Appear, they’ll lift their heads
And shout, “Get ready for the end,
Before long you’ll all be dead!”
And those listening
Will see the truth and light
And begin to live
And cease to exist in the night
Or forget to forgive
And to avoid lightning.

Imagine the leaders
Came back to seek
The distance seekers
Begin to peek
Into the distance.
The whole world
Will shake violently
As if it was hurled
Through the Cosmos constantly
Without ever a chance.

Love will die then,
Hate will rise
And Laughter will never again
Be ever so concise
So as to die.
One of these days
You’ll see that if you don’t
Soon make way,
You’ll do something you won’t
Admire enough to take up and fly.