Tarred and Feathered

by Surreal as sunlight

An eighteenth century room
that moans of men
Who wrinkled away their time
mixing ideologies
deciding what was best
for the American man

Mahagony dreams
and marble marvels
Making music so patriotic
It cannot be played
without starting a war

And these are the men
that we hoped into power
They are taken
by the photos and the satellites
just a hair
out of reach

Sometimes a bold man
or two
will stay few minutes
To explain a new dream
or take one step forward

but lo and behold
no one is listening