Bad Religion, pt. 2
The state is said to be separated but not from
The people, who go out and vote
Because they like him
And his funny haircut.
Do you want more or less Trump?
What a difference a day, a month
And a year makes
Look at who’s controlling
The world’s most powerful state
It’s not the millions
But the few billionaires that never learned
How to not think only about themselves
In the land of the free
You wouldn’t be able to speak
Or publish these words on walls
Martin Luther got the call
King was in a motel,
Where he resided with his resistance
And the right to free speech and protest
After he had been to the mountaintop
And had looked over and his eyes had seen..
His eyes had seen… what was in his dream
Was it sweet baby Jesus?
All grown up and coming round for seconds?
Or was it just the big Buddha?
Confucius?
Or Vishnu, Shiva and Brahma?
Mohammed holding hands with Mozes, Isak and Samuel?
Maybe it was a big love gathering
Of prophets and people who decided
They had spoken to God
I’ve done acid
But wasn’t invited
So I may not get there with you
But I want you to know
Tonight, that we as a people
Will one day get to that promised land
How many others will then be left?