I read the morning news and I despair,
an overseas dictator we are told,
the contradictions knock me off my chair,
their tactics are as shabby as they’re old.
The worst is that enough of us agree,
and fall in line behind their latest scheme,
to meddle in affairs across the sea,
to oust an inconvenient regime.
How can it be we still can’t spot the lies?
We’ve seen it all repeat so many times,
but still they pull the wool over our eyes,
and implicate us in their latest crimes.
I guess they had our measure all along,
we’re not that hard to fathom I suppose,
afraid of hearing others say we’re wrong,
we follow where prevailing wisdom blows.