Yet Another Time

Horns have sounded
Dust dances to the tune of happy feet
Ears are eager to listen...

But,
It is just another episode of a series of lies
They have come back
Posed as servants,
Yet they buy us with cheap talk and crispy notes
Then enslave us for half decade terms.
Reaping our sweat to return their investments
As we wallow in betrayal and political heat.

They press forward their ambitions.
Preaching peace in the sun
And hatred in the dark.
They have taken away our thinking
And turned us into hate machines.

They have been schooled in the craft of lies,
Encouraged by our exaggerated expectations,
Now they have turned us their playground.
We are dancing to the tune of their lies
And their pipe leads us to a land of promises
Where they will leave us to watch their glory from afar
As we heal scars of loathe and hate in our hearts.