It’s beginning to look a lot like tyranny,
everywhere you go;
with mandates for mask and shot,
whether immune or not,
and vaccine ID papers you must show.
It’s beginning to look a lot like tyranny,
tracked forever more;
but the scariest sight you’ll see
is the warrant that will be
on your own front door.
A pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots – toxic masculinity;
dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk – out and out misogyny;
so birthing persons A and B put nothing ’neath the tree.
It’s beginning to look a lot like tyranny,
in every shop and store;
better keep your distance true,
six feet apart will do,
and keep your eyes diverted to the floor.
It’s beginning to look a lot like tyranny,
watch you don’t offend;
don’t you dare say he or she,
without including zee,
you’ll get canceled in the end.
You better know who’s boss, lines not to cross, things that can’t be said;
cover your face, mask in place, otherwise you’re dead;
and all the time you hardly breathe, get dizzy in the head.
It’s beginning to look a lot like tyranny,
careful what you say;
there’s a right way to think and speak,
facts that must not leak,
and lies that are repeated every day.
It’s beginning to look a lot like tyranny,
tracked forever more;
but the scariest sight you’ll see
is the warrant that will be
on your own front door.
© 2021 Jack Thompson