Crisis in Syria

How else than by a heavy hand

Can be ruled a divided land?

Here in milder spaces we

Are ignorant of other places.

We spout a lot of stupid crap,

Echoing media's moron rap

About a set of fool's ideals.

Meanwhile a kind of covert power

Over our lives maintains its lour.
In the real reality

We have no more democracy

Than those who live across the sea.

Our greasy leaders rake the cash,

And rule us by our own sad choice.