Hayshaker - Poem by Mason Maestro
Tell me true, tell me why the good in us is deprived
Is it from this evil is derived?
Was it you? Was it me?
Did I steal the knowledge from the tree?
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
If it wasn't for the church
Being so good at binding birch
The gap between the classes would not be wide
And a fasces can't be much use for them
beneath the rising sun
And the particles of electrons need not collide
Whiskey, schnapps and a splash of gin
A head of wheat garnished on the rim
A mixture for a dumbed-down hour
What have we done, oh God what have we done
What have we done to unity and power
Should we shout, should we scream
Activate Hayshaker? Aim the ion beam?
Oh God, oh God. What should we do?
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