We, The Undertakers II

Concerning our previous missive

That got the whole country alarmed

The activists demonstrating

And the media up in arms;

Along with the bloggers trying

Our respectable name to soil -

We, the undertakers

Undertake their plans to foil.

 

Now why do you all despise us?

When all we told is the truth

That nobody cares about you,

Neither your eldest, nor your youth?

Nor your women, nor your children

No difference; all share the same fate

For we, the undertakers

Do not discriminate.

 

Still you rush to polling stations

As overhead vultures hover

For you’re really only choosing

’Twixt one liar, or the other

So you will fight, and steal, and kill

For your darling tribal warriors

Hence we, the undertakers

Regardless emerge victorious.

 

And you, revolutionaries

Work the crowds up into frenzies

Complain about the Ministers

Spending millions on their Benzes

The People? They will desert you

Just when you think all us steady

We, the undertakers

Have got your casket ready.

 

And to all the starving peasants

You’re all so used to being used

Crying out for aid and shelter

Ev’rytime we turn on the news.

Your voices…they are so helpless

And your eyes beg the question - “Why?”

We, the undertakers

Just wish you’d hurry up and die.

 

See, your leaders claim to want change

Yet they mutter under their breath

That change’s the last thing that they want

We profit from all of the death…

And all of this will never change

To prove us wrong, do what you may

Is that agitation I spy?

“Over my dead body!” do you say?

 

Well, if that is how you feel -

If you really are determined

Be sure that we, the undertakers

Shall happily be of service…