Dear Children

Fuck the wealthy man in his ivory tower
Who forgets the common man's plight
Enforces laws to boost personal profit
Thinks its his American, God-given right

Without need to justify his action or cause
He exerts his power over the lesser man
Until he has squashed his soul to shards
Beneath the force of his relentless hand

"A fine for you!" the lawman slaps the wrist
No consideration given to the situation
"Take it up with the man upstairs!"
Drunk with his own authoritative exhortation

The common man mills about the earth
Enjoying what he can of his precious days
In the artificial confines of the bureacracy
Simply guided along, forgets innovative ways

The child imbued with a spark of curiosity
Questions the suppression whenever he can
Not knowing that when he chooses to abide
He is lost to himself, cast into a subservient land

So run about! Frolick in the fields, dear children
They cannot dumb you down to a cog as you play
And retain your resilience, you're the last hope
For the rest of us thoughtless lemmings, without say