Imitation of Silence - Swingin Utters

How is it that these days

The guilty ones come off so clean

A demon is godly and praised

By the poor and the meek

We plot and we dream and lose sleep

Over the vulgar and ugly

But they’re immune to it all

They don’t falter or fall

It’s ungodly

Never tell them enough

Make as if your mouth’s shut

We’re the wolves, they’re the sheep

Just pretend that you’re weak

An imitation of silence

We’ll pretend that we’re tired and beaten

Just cry and play possum

Rock them to slumber like children, then

Strike

And they won’t know what hit them

A license to hate and to kill and to rape

And a birthright to privilege and easy

Escape

With intimations of violence

Despotic old criminals

Eager to rule us to pieces

The trumps and the bushes

The reagans

The right-winged fascists

The bigots and racists that shit where we eat

We’ll just keep a safe distance

Rope-a-dope them to sleep

In imitation of silence