The Great Heist
The Zeitgeist,
Walking the gallery corridors
Walking the faces
Looking a them through their bars
Prisoners in the Louvre museum
Take the jewels
Hanging from the necks of the mules
Hanging from the necks of the new Aristocracy
Was it the French Revolution?
Whose jewels were they?
When nothing is holding together democracy
When the threads of trust in humanity
Are breaking, rotting in the corruption of greed
Rotting in the complacency of money
What do these signs and icons of culture mean?
When culture is a society fraying at the seams
And what resonates are the drums of war
But war that is waged behind the scenes
And under the cover of a dark web
Of subterranean tunnels we've allowed them to burrow
Beneath our feet, within our homes, into our screens
We've creates these holes, this vacuum
No wonder them evil has grown
in what nature abhors
In our crazy idea we could put the world on hold
When it was only the West that drove that myth
That it was greatest standing on the precipice
No wonder they stole the jewels from the museum
No one was guarding the national treasure
They complacently thought we live in a fluffy make-believe
There was no need to defend against evil
