The intellectual elite of Our Brother’s Keeper’s supporters explain—or try to explain, over the interruptions of our narrator—the philosophical basis of their leader’s rule.
I feel a disintegration
Am I helpless
Or is it just my imagination?
Do not be flattered by this fantasy they call truth
Time is against us
No one can influence the sublime forces of fate
We are the high priests of helplessness
Join our huge following and let us take
Care of you
The color of the world is chaos
Through us you might perceive it
Our ideas are the right ideas
Though at first you may find it hard to believe
Cosmetic solutions really can solve
Deep, serious problems such as
Poverty, hunger, bigotry and worst of all
This cruel myth of “self-reliance”
We are the grand inquisitors of charity
Follow us and let us take
Care of you
By our doctrines are successes made
Opposition comes only from the hateful
If they live comfortably it is through our largesse—
Then I suppose they’re just being ungrateful?
We are the ministers of true compassion
Trust in us and let us take—
Advantage
—Care of you
Two-four
Four-four
Left, right, left
Sacrilege is the province of fools
They are insensitive, let’s make them resign!
None can escape our self-righteous vengeance—
That’ll teach ‘em for speaking their minds!
Do not be deceived by the lies of the power elite
They are against us
Only through us can you beat back the forces of hate
We are the high priests of helplessness
Join our popular cult and let us take—
Control
—Care of you
The flavor of your words is treason!!
You would cruelly lay this burden on our helpless wards
Your ideas are the wrong ideas
Yet you brazenly malign us good and selfless
The surface is the only worthy playing board
And going beyond it only serves to confuse
The poor, hungry and disenfranchised but worst of all
It confuses US!
We are the paragons of tolerance
Yet you force us to try to take
Care of YOU
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