Hoping I'm Wrong…

It's a done deal let's not pretend:
This nation's fascist bound
The pieces are all in place my friend
You can feel it all around

The moral ground? Eroded,
Washed into the sea
Compassion? Corroded.
And you can forget about honesty

Friends with pens and furrowed brows
And tongues on their upper lips
Write petitions, charts and vows
While the rats slink off the ships

And we're still trying hard to please
Planting hopeful seeds
Dotting i's and crossing t's
On papers no one reads

Foreign folks are in the streets
While we still trust in Laws
As the knaves up in the penthouse suites
Break up into guffaws

They've taken our subpoenas
Torn them into shreds
Tossed them to the hyenas.
They keep messing with our heads.

And all the Dukes and Earls just laugh
Just laugh as they take turns
Divying up the golden calf
While the planet burns

Now they're rolling in the clover
Zipping up their flys
While we're still bending over
With blindfolds on our eyes

So hold my hand my darling
As we shuffle through the charade
Strange fruit falls like confetti
On this vacuous parade