Folk music and the bundle of wheat metaphor
you snap one by itself, but many you can't snap
Sunset utopia practiced and preached in ritual
living devoted to doctrine all things are equal
Acceptance and spiritual rigor
songs for the hillside, echos linger
Self-lobotomized masses bleat nonsensical apathy
Your commune implements kindness and empathy
The under educated under paid gutterfolk suit up into riotgear
Adjust shields, firehoses, shock grenades, intimidation and fear
For the politics of the day, they are completely unaware
Pushing and beating until the mainstreets are clear
Until the Utopian sunset feels defeat
so they can make the week's ends meet
The rich children return to their family shaken and pale
The poor ones are sped off in paddy wagons to jail
Lawyers and Judges calmly sing and dance
Night kills that last glow of incredible colors
All utopian sunsets are forgotten
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