As I lay awake There came a loud voice From across the land, And with great power It showed me The Face of Anarchy.
I met Murder on the way- He had a mask like Dick Cheney- Very smooth he looked, yet grim- Seven blood-hounds followed him:
All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, Because one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide suit he drew.
Next came Fraud, and he had on, Like George W. Bush, a scarlet frown; His big tears, for he wept well, Changed to hard stones as they fell.
And the poor, unfit children who Round his feet played to and fro, Thinking every tear a gem, Had their brains knocked out by them.
Clothed with the Bible, as with light, And the shadows of the night, Like Pat Robertson, next, Hypocrisy On a crocodile slithered by.
And many more Destructions were In this ghastly masquerade, All disguised, even to the eyes, Like terrorists, lawyers, or spies.
Finally, Anarchy arrived: He rode in a black limousine, Splashed with blood; He was pale most in the lips, Like Death in the Apocalypse.
And he wore a kingly crown, But in his hands were skull and bones; From his mouth these words I heard- I am God and President And Law…..only The richest and fittest shall survive!
You are what you feel You are what you think What’s in your mind May create a stink What's in your mind May not be real What's in your heart May just be hype What's in your soul Might just be tripe So doubt everything Believe nothing Question the air Question the sun Question everyone!