Your pseudo-populist glamours
Cries for the children
Have not saved them from the scissors
From the suction tube

Must I be known by you
To justify my existence
Must I be seen by you
To justify my birth?

Monica gave you headaches
Forgot about the drycleaning
So you bombed an aspirin factory
Then you called CNN in the morning

Must they sip tea with you
To justify their existence
Must you murder innocents
Just to call them murderers

I saw them abort a peaceful demonstration
Tanks ground them to a bloodsmear on the shattered ground
Just one more despot trying to beat down the truth
Like in Selma, Beijing and Philadelphia

Must they cough up the thirty
To justify their freedom
How many dues must we pay
For a creed we don't believe?

© 1999 Bruce V. Bracken