Stilled By Whirlwind Tongues - Bloodrock

Where is the poet?

Where is the singer?

Where is the painter?

All the maidens fair

Who stole the richness?

Who took contentment?

What brought the famine?

All with laden care

All these people have been stilled by whirlwind tongues

A certain sector has made clowns of everyone

Of good women who are left I know but some

Propaganda’s flailing tune has been sung

Where is the thinker?

Where is the bourgeois?

Where is the maiden?

All the singers fair

Who dressed the ladies?

Who switched the gender?

What makes the kingdom

Fall to destined heirs?

All these people have been stilled by whirlwind tongues

Politicians twirling on each others thumbs

Keeping all the sexes drugged and neatly plumbed

Self-indulgent's flailing tune has been sung