Pyramids

Pyramids of power, standing on your tower,

A mockery of time, burning truths and turning sour,

The oligarchs keep us apart,

Soon will come the hour.

In Argentina's where I seen her, kissing on the rocks,

Deep in the Bay of Plenty,

Burning books of fact, to keep their looks in tact, 

No amount of hiding, will keep this love from finding.

More than just a holiday, I pull this string, your mask will fray,

The whole world seems oblivious, when the whistle blows,

From high above, buried deep in ice, our love will melt your lies,

Dripping red, with poison pens, the covent said,

Soon your illusions, will all be dead.

Pyramids of power, standing on your tower,

A mockery of time, burning truths and turning sour,

The oligarchs keep us apart,

Soon will come the hour.