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Oligarchy
Oligarchy A Republic A Democracy An Oligarchy An Aristocracy What are we Who runs us Are we free What is the fuss I can tell you A government ran by a few We should be bitter and blue But who understood and knew We live our lives Enjoying it all And our kids and wives As long as we play ball Everything is fine Until you ask real questions And lights will shine On the underlying tensions Small groups control Our economy and government Remember the grassy knoll And all the other uppercuts These groups are self seeking And they are underhanded Lying when they are speaking Stealing all they have demanded This is the rule of the elite The rule of the nobility The rule of cronyism And the rule of nepotism A leadership class rules Stealing everything Thinking we are fools Accepting their sting Sting of war Sting of economic disaster Sting of epidemic Sting of climate crisis The same people rule our country And is it better or worse Neither are we hungry Nor are resources scarce But for many they are both There are riots in the streets Crime and murder that we loath Brough to you by the cheats Mark my words It is too late They will reduce us by thirds And that is our fate