All The Clowns Are Empty

All the Clowns are Empty

All the walls are falling, and all the sacred ground, Those who stood against the rot, their bodies can’t be found. All the lies have crumbled, the big cheese is turning green, The clown is standing in the ring, his dark clothes can’t be seen.

All the dreams are shattered, all the locks unsprung; There’s no one left to praise him, and all the songs are sung. They’ve looked into the empty, they’ve seen the void, the space, They couldn’t tell it from the start — he wore a different face.

Chorus Come the day of reckoning, come the final hour When all the honey’s like a rock and all the milk turned sour. Then they’ll know that in the wood, the path that did diverge Led them to this cul-de-sac where light and darkness merge.

Justice is a hammer, that deals a fatal blow, There was no one there to swing it, they were laughing at the show. But now the curtain’s opened, and all the errors seen They’re sorry for that loyalty, regret what might have been.

For all the stars have fallen, and all the stripes are red They’ve pissed on madame Liberty; dishonoured all the dead, With a flag of empty promises, a wall, to disallow, They’ve messed with every living thing, they’re messing with it now.

Chorus The traitor doesn’t feel the shame, he’s in it for the dough, He’ll keep the same old mantra, and the money it will flow; But think of what he’s saying, analyze his words, See the clown who runs around in a theatre that’s absurd.

All the days are sorry and all the hatred loosed It isn’t safe to say your name, unless you’ve got the proof. All the people shattered, like the touchstones of the state, They see the mirage of his words, they thought it might be great.

Chorus But greatness isn’t built on sand, and lies don’t make a truth, Go tell that to each child at school, go sing it to the youth. And let them come to understand the mirage and the fact; The monied men who stole the lives they won’t be getting back. — © Frank Callery. August, 7th, 2017.