The Engine of Democracy

And so it came to pass
That the ones who knew
Had to bow and scrape
Before the ones who blew
Hot winds out of their ass

And that became the shape
Of the engine of democracy

The voters were cattle
The voters were sheep
They forgot how to battle
And remembered how to bleat

With the cattle on the trail
The lone wolves stayed away
Hid in what was left of the jungle
As the sheep had their day

It's now all gone - it's gas and manure
The grazers have left the land bare
They're mooing and bleating in unison
Still demanding their rightful share

The shepherds drive them to market
The shepherds drive them to death
They buy them all with promises
And they buy them all with debt

While the knowing ones must hide
And kowtow to the shepherd clans
Be carried along on the tide
Of fodder feed and cowpen plans

The great big engine chugs along
So blindly down the track
They call it the light of democracy
But the whole train is painted black...