Exposure

Exposure All the pretence of innocence The rules that one invents Laws that must be seen to be Beyond the reach of devilry Those in power can circumvent As they like, with full intent Legal eagles can but try To keep your vision from the lie All in all I wonder when We'll truly have our freedom again Twisted knots of red tape can Imprison every once free man Number six once held the key The prisoner seen in the sixties Enigmatic though he may have been His story soon exposed the dream Freedom is so rare indeed I ponder if we can succeed The papers headlines cry out loud As if they could be truly proud But nearly all are but a scam Or spin made by some witty man Lies they tell us day by day No wonder many kneel and pray And though they tell us vote for me The end result will plainly be Within their rules so we can play At democracy but still lose the day For freedom, truth and all that's fair Are lost to men who really care The sails are rigged to the systems needs And we'll all be subject to their deeds Evidence of this I have found Is very common all around In daily life the taxmans strength Is way beyond the rules he bent A quota for all spheres within The scope of all the suits who sin Against the public, the underlings Those like us that like to sing No matter what we say or do They find some plot to take from you An extra tax, a fine or worse Small wonder many learn to curse Those that stand before the judge And spoil the truth to earn a grudge A grudge that if you can't escape Will trap you in the coils of hate In blue and white they stand and say This is what they saw that day If justice can't be had for all Then democracy is bound to fall For only when we can truly see The end to all kinds of tyranny Will Castros and Mugabes flee Instead of grinding you and me When Idi fled Ugangden lands His shelter was in desert lands Where oil wealth grants the right to rule To very few, that were sent to school Within our own society Supposedly land of the free But once back home they have the right To strike your hands off if they like Suffice to say we still can write But perchance we may awake one night To find the rules have been changed again Our only freedom's within our brain ©Rhumour April 9th 2008