In the band called democracy,
Freedom is the snare.
Look at them on our television
The politicians manacle our brains
And ink our thumbs on papers
We’ve been told to sing with shattered jaws
After we bathed in their larcenous punches.
We drink the waters of deception
And shout ‘demo-crazy’ with muzzled mouths.
A husband now whispers the supper menu
Is where our legs are freed
But our tongues are fettered.