the modern lyre

too many people choose the easy lie
we find our way to truth is always barred
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

we cannot trust the colour of the sky
nor if at evening it is brightly starred
too many people choose the easy lie

no wonder that none of you clamber high
honour and honesty you now have marred
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

it's all too obvious you're slick and sly
your face is set in lines that are too hard
too many people choose the easy lie

you sell not one thing i would want to buy
lies and false reasons set out by the yard
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

your sight can never please the decent eye
no honest word is written on your card
too many people choose the easy lie
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly