It’s reeking and rotting, what evil is plotting
In the Halls of Power
It’s greed and grinning, and earmarks allotting
Withing sight of the Tower
Handily winning on the backs of the broken
Anyone down on their luck
Pumping out air you can see and choke in
Anything to make a buck
Taking from babies and giving to polluters
Always claiming the “Right”
Training up trolls and breeding more shooters
Hastening an endless night
And we, distracted by inanity, fall into confusion and disarray
Argue fruitlessly as the moral high ground slips away
Still playing by old rules in a game long-since bought
Will lose consistently to the men who paid for the plot