Here's a song I wrote and performed. I have decided to try my hand at using older traditional tunes for modern political topics. Please click through and give me a thumbs up on Youtube!
Oh, they beat the drums of war and they blow the bugles loud,
the madness in their voices rises high above the crowd.
The banners they keep waving, the sirens and the blare,
the people they are watching and their hungry eyes all stare.
Look up, the sky is falling now, the vultures circle overhead,
waiting like a grave for those they know will soon be dead.
The rising moon cuts like a knife, casts shadows on the land
as soldiers march down Main Street with guns propped in their hands.
Yet no one feeds the babies, when the mothers all are dead,
and the orphans beg for moldy crumbs from the rich man's day old bread.
Their faces know it's over but the television lies,
yet the people still keep watching as the signal fades and dies.
The weatherman says tomorrow will be better than today.
No one believes a single word that the doomsday prophets say.
The warlords count their blessings and the robber barons smile
while the starving cry for justice, the guilty get no trial.
The innocent are compromised and do not dare to speak.
Rich men claim it's they that are the victims of the weak.
The ice is melting fast, and the toast is getting burned,
and all the bankers think about is the money they have earned.
There is nothing in the pocket, there is nothing more to steal.
All thoughts are left unthought, and there is nothing left to feel.
The world will end they say and soon with one last dying light.
Their fears will blaze like fire in the coming endless night.