The boy who cried wolf
Got eaten for his troubles
The boy who cried out
The Emperor has no clothes
Was shushed by his elders
The dark at the top of the stairs
Really does conceal the demons
Of our discontent in their shadows
Chicken Little was right after all

The town crier goes unnoticed
Until the enemy storms the gates

We hear distant drumbeats
But we do not attend them
The far off rattle of gunfire
Goes unremarked upon
Deterioration everywhere
Becomes the new normal
Artists paint houses
Poets starve in the streets
Lovers leave each other

I have no surcease for the woes
That have been heaped upon us
The warning signs went unnoticed
The objections of the oppressed
Fell upon willfully deaf ears

In the end, we are left with a simple choice
Between hemlock and revolution