Big Man in the High Towers
The Big Man sits in his tall towers
Stubby little fingers clenched tight
Businessman, master of all he surveys
And being Master is all that matters.
But why settle on owning a company
When the Big Man can own a country?
He wants to make America great
By discarding half of its people.
It’s just like cleaning his offices
Throws away what he finds distasteful
Condemning what he won’t understand.
Hurling hatred, safe within his fortress.
Giant orange child playing with his toys
That he only sees from high above
Clinging to his well-worn catbird seat.
But oh, he’s not afraid to speak his mind!
He tells it like it is, amen white brother!
But how can he know “what is”
Entrenched within his high towers?
But ignorance is no obstacle, it seems
Incompetence no issue in this circus
He’s angry, and so is everyone else.
Misery loves company, as does fury
But the blind rage of a pampered child
Has no place at the head of a nation.
