Independent Proprietary
Swells of morals and ethics
of means not worth the ends
the song she's really singing:
her purse and powerful friends
Meanwhile, washing at the post,
she was acting fey
Like a spokes-model,
for the CIA
Boasting of her special role
in keeping all things clean
while truly she was dirty
and often simply mean
She'd turn her head from awful acts
and wink and nod at slaves
and even use their labor
as they dug their own graves
Always finds someone to blame
never a hand in a nation's shame
if her friends get tortured overseas
I'll remember how she tortured me