Posts Tagged ‘los ladrones que mandan’

Plunder

October 20, 2017

Lower taxes for the wealthy
And the never-ending war
Can’t afford to fix the bridges
Never talk about the poor

Those fancy noble pundits
Talking on tv
All worried ‘bout decorum
Blah blah blah civility

It’s fully copacetic
Dropping 20 thousand bombs
If you do it with a smile
And you’re good at looking calm

Crooks and politicians
Keep on getting paid
Plundering our country
And calling it free trade

by Richard W. Bray

Your Noisy Little Skull

September 30, 2017

YOU’RE JUST A SORE LOSER
I’VE SEEN YOUR KIND BEFORE
EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
IS ROTTEN TO THE CORE

You don’t even know me
I’m a person, not a kind
My existence can’t be flattened
To fit inside your mind

YOU’RE JUST A COMPLAINER
LIKE A MILLION OTHER FOOLS
BUGGER OFF CHILDREN
AND LET THE GROWNUPS RULE

The Serious grownups
With your guns and bombs and jail
Rewarding one another
Every time you fail

YOU STUPID LITTLE PUNK
YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE QUIET
AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN?

Shouting out for silence
Won’t still your noisy skull
Defining others downward
Will never make you whole

by Richard W. Bray

Looters

October 15, 2016

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The folks who run this country
Knocked it on its ass
To perpetuate their larceny
And liquidate the middle class

The folks who run this country
Make their money selling bombs
They’d kill you for a penny
And sell out their own moms

The folks who run this country

Have us toil and fight their wars
They outlaw creativity
Cuz our kids are their test scores

The folks who run this country
Make our politicians dance
They laugh at our humanity
They’d steal a beggar’s pants

The folks who run this country

Deplore the working man
They’ll bankrupt every family
And plunder all they can

by Richard W. Bray

Peer Pressure (and Getting Paid)

October 6, 2016

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All the other pundits say we have to be strong
So I’d look pretty stupid if I didn’t go along
Pundits work for think tanks so we know a lot of things
Strength means dropping cluster bombs on helpless human beings

All the other pundits say America must lead
It isn’t our concern if millions have to bleed
Our enemies respect us when we’re muscular and bold
Our paymasters reward us based upon munitions sold

All the other pundits say we must support our friends
Don’t obsess on means if you can justify the ends
Friends can chop some heads if they possess a lot of oil
Friends with good locations set their enemies to boil

All the other pundits say we must pay any price
And pundits live in neighborhoods and houses that are nice
Pundits tell you simple folk what is wrong and right
Pundits think that wars are great for other folks to fight

by Richard W. Bray

Politicians Begging Scraps off a Rich Man’s Table

June 6, 2015

AAAAAAAAAAAAorgan grinder

I’ll sing you a story
That ain’t no fable
Politicians begging scraps
Off a rich man’s table

They sing for their supper
They dance for dessert
American people
Get left in the dirt

Stealing from the poor
And giving to the rich
Leaving everyone else
Stuck in a ditch

So easy to buy
A congressional flunky
Like an organ grinder
With a cute little monkey

by Richard W. Bray

An Honest Day’s Toil

September 11, 2014

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I grew up in a country
Where an honest day’s toil
Could earn a man a castle
Where the working man was royal
He could send his kids to college
They could elevate their lot
Everybody pitched in
Everybody had a shot

Every day the working man
Is struggling to get by
On a smaller and smaller
Piece of the pie
Cuz sleazy politicians
And heartless corporations
Sold out the workers
And mortgaged off our nation

Every road that you drive
Every building that you see
Was made by working people
Like you and me
We need to stop trying
To build nations overseas
And start investing
In you and me

Every day the working man
Is struggling to get by
On a smaller and smaller
Piece of the pie
Cuz sleazy politicians
And heartless corporations
Sold out the workers
And mortgaged off our nation

by Richard W. Bray

Broken

February 8, 2014

broken country

we got people to the moon
atop a big ole rocket
we got a thousand songs
to fit inside your pocket

we got politicians
with perfect teeth and hair
we got flying robots
that can kill you anywhere

we got favors for the rich folks
and prison for the poor
we got rampant unemployment
and never-ending war

we got a bunch of cameras
watching everything we do
we got a Constitution
but it don’t cover you

by Richard W. Bray

Down with TPP

January 21, 2014

Presidentdancing

Do you know me?
I’m down with TPP
Now we’re gonna
Frack away our legacy
Poisoning the earth
And the economy

Do you know me?
I’m down with TPP
Fast-track it past
The people in secrecy
Low wages worldwide
Is what we’re gonna see

Do you know me?
I’m down with TPP
Bargaining away
Our national sovereignty
To a buncha corporations
That hired me

by Richard W. Bray

Wastingtown Redux

January 1, 2014

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Moochaholic money snatchers
Misanthropic power-grabbers
Avaricious Wallstreet bankers
Sycophantic KStreet barkers

The misappropriators
Down in Wastingtown
Take the people’s money
And spread it all around

Enterprisin keyster-kissers
Disbelievin merchandizers
Profiteering cluster-bombers
Homicidal problem-solvers

The misappropriators
Down in Wastingtown
Take the people’s money
And spread it all around

by Richard W. Bray

Rigged

July 25, 2013

aaaaaaaariged

The thieves in charge
Just dangle some cash
And dirty politicians
Kiss a whole lotta ass

The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away

Crooks and traitors
Keep getting paid
Send jobs overseas
And call it free trade

The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away

Ain’t got no money
To fix our schools
We’re going down hard
Like a punch-drunk fool

The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away

by Richard W. Bray