The Lie
Bad blood overflows
Our rage remains contained
Drones surveil our souls
And fear infects the brain

They will talk in Newspeak
And we’re already silenced
Blessed are the Meek
For they inherit the sound of sirens

We’re lovers of the lie
Terrified and pacified
We’re seeing through closed eyes
Lovers of the lie

Waging wars of terror
To attack the terrorised
Shut down the borders
And the people drown in the vicious tides

Hanging health care out to dry
Stubbing nurses out like cigarettes
They say their hands are tied, they lie
Privatise, privatise, privatise
We’re lovers of the lie
Terrified and pacified
We’re seeing through closed eyes
Lovers of the

Lie