the politics of autumn

so much of what we learn is simply wrong
dishonest preaching to a stupid choir
we're just supposed to hide within the throng

true honest effort takes too bloody long
for hard folk driven by the voice of ire
so much of what we learn is simply wrong

to kill our foes will serve to make us strong
and decency is nothing to admire
we're just supposed to hide within the throng

the safest thing is just to go along
stay silent above all do not inquire
so much of what we learn is simply wrong

we let the foolish beat upon the gong
and hope that we can make it back entire
we're just supposed to hide within the throng

all must participate in the old song
and give heed to the words of the keen liar
so much of what we learn is simply wrong
we're just supposed to hide within the throng

no clear omission

 you miss the moment when we have to turn

out of our place of safety and run free

to find a simple answer and a key

 

to all the mysteries we have to learn

so clear a thing and yet so hard to see

you miss the moment when we have to turn

 

so that the last of fires begins to burn

not with the sort of heat you would decree

fully intense but hot enough to flee

you miss the moment when we have to turn