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And the puppet hands clapped
And the marching band played
A victorious song
In a whitewashed parade
Played, hail to the chief
But no tribute was paid
To the chief who once hailed
To a people once slayed
And their whitened teeth glimmer
And their hands are trained well
Trained to speak silent words
With pavlovian bell
They say this hand wasn’t dealt
It’s just how the cards fell
Can’t do nothing about it
Yet who poisoned the well
And we look to these people
And we wish we were there
Standing up on a stage
And deciding what’s fair
For surely, we’re better
We’re smarter, we care,
But the knowledge that reigns
Ain’t for us to share
