At the Mercy of Imbeciles

What you do is what you are

And wishing upon distant stars

Won't improve the hole you're in

And won't absolve your deepest sinBut action is no gift from some covert and lofty god

It's dependent and weighty all the same

And it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself

Then you're at the mercy of imbecilesNow I didn't make up the rules

But clearly we are led by fools

It is wise to know their ways

So you know how not to behaveBut sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need

And we look to those of privilege and power

It's then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves

And we're at the mercy of imbeciles