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

     

     

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