The Mule

A brilliance under mane

Cloudy lens and subtle strain

A fury sears the vein in time

And momentum is decline

You see the man is sick

With power's arsenic

What politic contradicts

Change

Change in sight

Change

The lay is right

Time

Time ignite

Like a freak, in a beast, in the least

Hand, hang, hang

In a spiralling humanity

There's a cycle we can see

In a throng's monstrosity odds are

There'll always be a mule

You never can predict the mind of a lunatic

A mind so badly sick

With strange arithmetic