When I hear people fret and moan
Shocked to hear that the people who lead
Are so broken
Not necessarily evil, nor even self aware
Everyone has the traits that should prevent us
From allowing them into office
It might shock you to know that thing that they desire
Let us call it power
They might speak well
They might be pretty
But the thing called power is going to lead them
To do, to say, or to think certain ways
Not good for them, not good for us
Humanity is wrought with flaws
We long for but will never receive justice
We must find our own path, no longer trust
For the way we've walked is dangerous
Leaving our sovereign being
In their hands, to be controlled
More than slavery
But only just so
In the end they'll have everything
And all that we'll possess is our soul
