index 2, Candidate

How irrationally foolish I would be to place my faith in Hillary when madness of empire and world is sung a dying song of money, weapons and devious sex the boot pushed harder to our necks and all the while a tv tale tells of hope and dignity And Donald with his woman ways his corporate heart and billionaire days wants to tell me he knows the moves to make our very lives improve to end the dark of struggle and strife and give the people a better life he tells me this as his grand yacht drifts over everything gone amiss And in the mix, my blessed freedom washed up, abandoned, reaching for room my rights, waiting on the edge of oppression Is liberty coming any time soon? These are the jewels, the pearls of great price No candidate has yet delivered Still we seek the sweetened life Where songs of love are softly whispered galen