The ghost of voices by Alan.s.Robinson

It’s a good time, it’s a good time,

It’s a good time for idle passions

Take your mind off, the real world

You know there’s nothing you can do

So you might as well admit it’s true

It’s a good time for idle passions

All the corruption, of our government

Goes unpunished, for no one listens

And our memory, is bur a day long

So like a cowboy at the rodeo

They hang on tight and won’t let go

And no one, can ever touch them

We are granted, the ghost of voices

For they are useless, like hidden whispers

Beneath the wild roar, of television

and all the papers that promote their view

and castigate all those who

challenge their privileged status

We are all caught, beneath our tyrants

Elected traitors, who barricade their hearts

Oh we can all vote, dictate out leader

Choose Satan in the blue, or the devil dressed in red

They say it’s going to change, but it stays the same instead

Nothing changes, no nothing changes

So it’s a good time for idle passions