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Hey, Citizen
© 2003, Demian
Emperor:
Hey, citizen, heed the wisdom I dispense.
You’re so lucky to be in my presence.
Citizen:
All the Way!
Wow, it’s the emperor. O.K.!
Emperor:
Listen up, I got a job for you to toil.
My oil interests need protecting on foreign soil.
Citizen:
What say?
Will not solar and wind power play?
Emperor:
Be a good little grunt and pack your duffel.
It’s your patriotic duty, get goin’, shuffle.
Citizen:
To go away?
Leave home today?
Emperor:
It won’t take long, and you get a decoration.
I can use all the soldiers from ’round the nation.
Citizen:
Unless gay.
Or sick, or old and gray.
Emperor:
If you’re not with me, you must be terrorism incarnate.
Don’t hesitate, I am your dully-elected head of state.
Citizen:
No way, it was a high court power play.
Emperor, you have feet of clay.
Emperor:
You’re like all others who sympathize with the foe.
First in my computers, then to my prisons you will go.
Citizen:
Have you tried alternatives, like real diplomacy, say?
Or would you toss the constitution and bill of rights away?
Emperor:
No matter how much peace mongering you contrive.
Citizen, now you are the wanted, dead or alive.
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