"Sell Division" - A music video by Robert Dada

"Sell Division" - A music video by Robert Dada

From the album, "Being Out Of Time"
All words, music and video ©2023 AAP Illusions/Robert Dada
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Sell Division

I once believed I had something important to say
But that was long ago, (we’re) far from naive yesterday
Words transferred from thought to paper (now nothing but)
Fleeting hopes from a once aspiring idea shaper

We now reside where leaders choose not to listen
Focus instead on campaign cash for a baby hug or kissing
Impractical to take responsibility for their actions
Better to scale us down into tiny little fractions

They realized that collectively we did have a voice
And therefore, they felt they really had no other choice
If they couldn’t reduce the volume of our cries
They’d accomplish it instead with a litany of lies

They want your f******** job and they want your f******** child
Having you believe we’re all to be f******** defiled
It comes from the left, and it comes from the right and sometimes straight down the middle
Plucked strings straight from Nero’s well-worn fiddle

Welcome all to the national dogmatic show
Where each pedigree can indeed have a go
Later all will be adjudicated with great precision
Down at the markets where they sell division (x2)
 
I read the news today, holy mother-f********
Some terrorists blew up a mosque with a blue panel truck
The act was broadcasted the very moment it happened
And every internet device lit up and quickly saddened

Who was it this time they asked, Hezbollah, Hamas or ISIS?
We need to find someone they hate to blame for this crisis
Lest we give our very own a blatant reason to believe
That they have all once again been horribly deceived

Your god, my god, no god; it doesn’t matter
All that’s required is that we amp up the chatter
A vs B, B vs C and A vs C, why can’t you f******** see?
They ‘re committing this now in front of you and in front of me

It’s out in the open if you care to make the time
Research contrary viewpoints, but only on your f******** dime
But the last words on every American’s dying breath
Is give me f******** convenience or give me f******** death.

Welcome all to the national dogmatic show
Where each pedigree can indeed have a go
Later all will be adjudicated with great precision
Down at the markets where they sell division (x2)

I read the news today, here we go again
Another chance to express myself through a free election
In order to find the least-worst alternatives
Amongst the various liberals and conservatives

It never matters what they promise before election day
None of it will get properly implemented anyway
But they will tell you anything which needs to be said
Just as long as you elect one of them instead

She tells you “I’m not him”, he tells you “I’m not her’
So what the mother-f******** are you waiting for?
Make a selection and blindly wander away
Do you even care anymore who is in charge today?

Later in the day we still will not know
Which liar, cheat and/or sociopath inherits the show
They’ll contest the results and encourage debate
Berate, denigrate, conflate, agitate, desecrate [Did I forget to say, ‘it’s f******** way too late’]

Welcome all to the national dogmatic show
Where each pedigree can indeed have a go
Later all will be adjudicated with great precision
Down at the markets where they sell division (x2)
 
I read the news today, election dust refuses to settle
But we’re jacked up now on some hot gun metal
Reason just evacuated out of an unlocked back door
May I introduce to you, the 2nd American Civil War

Left or right, pick a side in the vulture wars
Scavenging new fetid issues as cultural hors d’oeuvres
Along the carrion cafeteria lines skillfully manufactured
Built to keep us all in place and forever fractured

Will bullets fly? It’s not for me to say
But I also never thought I’d be writing this today
That the neighbor waving to me from across the street
Will be the follower of something I’m reluctant to repeat

A divided, misguided and lopsided house cannot stand
Unless you’re a mother-f******** American
We endure in a state of ceaseless indecision
Which they foment by selling us even more division