spokesmen declare

it isn't the hard option nobody has to die
we just have to take a moment's brief pain
declare our satisfaction with another's gain
and smile as clouds gather in the dark sky
into your business we shall never pry
since we are certain there can be no stain
on your escutcheon no person with a brain
would do a thing that would expose the lie
a smaller truth we cannot hope to find
not even if we may gyrate or twist
since there is none who could defy your rule
we've come at last to the full end of mind
replaced for all of time by the hard fist
and bow before the coming of the fool