The
black ship sails
Battling
the wave on the seas
The sailors ever ready to fight
Sail
into the harbor in the dark night
The
Captain docks in
Quickly
anchor his ship firmly
Looking
ahead he smiles
With
his Bill of Fake News Act
He
needs to get it passed
In
the House to get in sweet passage
He
needs it before he sails again
Into
the nation of wealth and power balls
He
breathes the cool night air
There
is the feeling of power flowing
He
knows he will get it done
The
fools always need money pushes
“What
democracy?”
The
world belongs to the powerful men
The
wealth to push the frontiers
The
wealth to get men and women to do dirty work
The
Captain rides a cab
Reach
Parliament in dark morning light
He
enters by the back door
Power
and money open opportunities
In
the morning he sits in an open cafe
Sipping
his hot coffee reading his newspaper
The
black ship in anchor waiting for his return
He
knows his crew they will not abandoned ship
So
he is cocky sure
He
smiles thinking about it
The
women pass by looking at him
He
counts his golden lights but it's the neon aim
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