Imitation of Silence

How is it that these days
The guilty ones come off so clean?
A demon is godly and praised
By the poor and the meek

We plot and we dream and lose sleep
Over the vulgar and ugly
But they’re immune to it all, they don’t falter or fall
It’s ungodly

Never tell them enough
Make as if your mouth’s shut
We’re the wolves, they’re the sheep
Just pretend that you’re weak

An imitation of silence

We’ll pretend that we’re tired and beaten
Just cry and play possum
Rock them to slumber like children, then strike
And they won’t know what hit them

A license to hate and to kill and to rape
And a birthright to privilege and easy escape
With intimations of violence

Despotic old criminals eager to rule us to pieces
The Trumps and the Bushes, the Reagans, the right-winged fascists
The bigots and racists that shit where we eat
We’ll just keep a safe distance, rope-a-dope them to sleep

An imitation of silence
An imitation of silence
An imitation of silence
An imitation of silence