The juggernaut rolls on – it canโt be stopped.
Just like a lead balloon โ it canโt be popped.
Each moment of each hour it gathers speed.
Its engineโs made of gold โ its fuel is greed.
The dining car is fitted with a trough
Where first class passengers are heard to scoff
(While burying their snouts up to their ears)
At those who still refuse a slice of pie.
They say that they are fools – that they deny.
โAgree!โ they say – itโs just a little lie,
As down the track the gravy train it rockets,
While passengers piss in each otherโs pockets.
To corporations science has sold its soul.
To silence skepticism is the goal
Of โscientistsโ who canโt lie straight in bed.
The evidence is in – the theoryโs dead,
But crooked politicians give their mates
More subsidies, more grants and more rebates.
Corruption wins while truth and justice fades
Beneath the tyranny of turning blades.
No care for all the sickness and the harm;
Another day, another ruined farm.
The truth will out, itโs waiting round the bend.
The juggernaut will meet a sticky end.
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