With the birds I share this view, indeed
Yes it’s lonely, but it’s the only
Only thing I seem to see
Flying high up in the sky
Looking down on things below
See amidst, we’re so transfixed
On that which sells tix to the show
And yet if
We flipped the switch
Then maybe we could look at them
Those who twist, and slap your wrist
Each time you ask
“So what, then?”
Question not the narrative
For if you do, you may not live
Why, you ask?
Best tip your flask
To calm you ‘fore answers we give
You are not allowed to think
Nor can you pour your own drink
All of that is done by us
We who steer this shortened bus
Challenge not, authority
We know what’s best for you and me
Close your mouth – not a word
For if you speak, you’ll go unheard
And it won’t even stop there, no
Sorry, but you’ve got to go
You dare presume to think yourself?
You’re cancelled now, put on the shelf
This world is ours, and that’s the gist
If you oppose us, you’re racist
All your words we now conscript
To label you when we deem fit
With the birds I share this view, indeed
If it’s only from this lonely
Lonely place, that none will heed
Misconstrued, perceptions are
Though I wish upon this star
That some day this voice may be heard
I know it won’t be. They want the third.
How the World Should Work 