What’s
an ideologue without an ideology?
The
populist messiah of a jobless democracy.
The
man of the people rages against the corrupt elite,
We’ll
march against foreigners, ’cause we can’t lynch machines.
They
hate us, we hate them, there’s not much else to do;
When
the employment exchange closes shop, ’cause employers are too few.
He
can’t offer jobs, but at least he’s found us a cause,
Policy
drowns in a sinking economy, sentiment swims on fiery applause.
A
dictator in the making, or a martyr for the cause,
Sacrificing
immigrants on the altar of the automation gods.
Who
wants mechanical enemies, when you can have flesh and blood?
Brown
skin, blue eyes, all dying in the mud.
First
they came for the factories, next they’ll come for the cars;
Universal
basic income, but your basic is my farce.
Newsmen
say the youth are rioting for their rights,
Might
a charismatic demagogue lead an army of Luddites?
Can
a dictator be elected, deception legalized?
If
robots serve at diners, can prejudice be enfranchised?
A
system fueled by the desperation of the masses
If
there’re no jobs to be had, we’ll buy a war with our taxes.
