</>We trotted to the slaughter, eyes wide with dollar signs.
“Souls for sale” or exchange for
Caviar and Pink lemonade.
Do you have the keys to Narnia? Ask Disney they do.
One by one,
Just quietly queue.
It seems, Kermit, it is easy to be green.
But Jacko, he was right: It doesn’t matter if you
Are black or white.
The children, the children. Sorry Nano, we forgot
The Church, its lessons,
Don’t make good telly.
The circle of history it has no end.
We orbit again, and again.
No voice different in the suited din.
Many in their towers,
They seem to see the truth
But what good are shelves full of books?
A Stalin for me, a Hitler for you.