Little Big Man

I sing of Little Big Man and you know who I mean
Our false unworthy emperor of what might have been
On whose mad unreasoning the earth is forced to hang
Mispronouncing grave pronouncements in his tangled twang

And if we disagree we are "fascists" you and me
Disloyal to royal and imperial decree
Freedom of speech is relative now as we have seen
Completely unrelated to the Bush family
Democracy seems to be a matter of degree
Good for Iraq but back at home he is not so sure
Especially if our politics are deemed impure

As democracy devolves into theocracy
We evolve into "the enemy" it seems to me

But he is "the decider" and only he knows best
In his brave new world only Little Big Man is free
To say and do what he pleases never mind the rest
Of what is left of what we once called "humanity"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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