How unbelievably easy it was
to rule men and use them for one’s own cause.
Like sheep, man fell to domestication.
King, statesman, Emperor, politician.
And tyranny, greed, avarice and wars.
Battlefield pimp, his subjects to death whores.
I’m thinking of my carpetbagger days,
of my scandalous carpetbagger ways.
Tonight my heart is full of untold joy
rememb’ring youth, a carpetbagger boy
buying by slight the votes of former slaves.
I’m thinking of my carpetbagger days.
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