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The people stumble lost and dazed, Their Fire Department down-sized, out-phased; Someone shouts, УWhere is the Mayor? The dude we voted in last year!Ф There he goes! Peddling down East Main and--homeward bound? In the heat, cold, and the rain he rides his bike for obscure gain. Is it cans? cardboard? string? Tattered, odd, heТs after something. One can only make a guess, but for sure heТs MAYOR OF LESS. This town of his is burning fast, its better days are long since past; Vicious thugs are now its lords, they rampage everywhere in hordes. ItТs LESS that creates empty brains, ItТs LESS that hands them crop and reins; and LESS that tells them, СNow, go forth!Ф when they canТt figure south from north. ItТs LESS that builds a Street of Dreams when poverty churns out black streams; ItТs LESS when murder stalks the streets-- malefactors on their beats. ItТs LESS when filth comes served with glitz, gutters of the movie blitz; itТs LESS when churches are so few, and stand half empty, pew on pew. ItТs LESS when Christ is told УGo home to Nazareth, and no more roam! The schools, courts, all places public are reserved by our republic! УYou may name most anyone except the Name of Christ the Son; Buddha and Mohammed, yes! But proclaim Christ and youТve transgressed! УDonТt you see our townТs now free? Church and state full separate be? This is what our Founders dreamt, for which their lives and fortunes spent.Ф TheyТve hustled Jesus to the door and told Him, УGo! Return no more; In closets, yes, You may go hide, but take no public role outside. УThe First Amendment is OUR God, break it and youТll feel the rod! We wonТt have Christ in daily life, We opt instead for mayhem, strife. УPrince of PeaceТ? WeТve heard it all; How nice, a Christmas baby doll! But grown to kingship, Lord of Earth? We scarcely can suppress our mirth!Ф But look, Mayor Two, heТll save the day, surely this man knows the way; There is no one whoТs quite like him, he tours the Valley, rim to rim. To the curb, then back he goes!-- see-saw with a runny nose. His clothes are weathered to his frame, a better past is his domain. Good man, heТs our MAYOR OF MORE, What does it matter his smarts tore on what is going on today? He rules a saner yesterday. Yesterday when standards stood high and based on common good; Yesterday when students reached for goals now despised and impeached. УLove your country, serve her well, like the patriots who fell in battles for our liberty, giving all, so we live free.Ф Yesterday were honesty, honor, truth, and loyalty; Yesterday the Golden Rule, today the never returned tool. Yesterday the well-done work, today the slipshod, get-by jerk; Yesterday the honest till, today the padded, pumped-up bill. Yesterday the fair rent charge, today extortion, by and large; Yesterday the low land tax, today pay up or get the ax! Yesterday tap water free, today the meter, less quality; Yesterday few rich, few poor, today many, many more. Yesterday the prayer in schools, today the asphalt jungle rules; Yesterday the modest virgin, today the teen-aged, free- love woman. Yesterday the unlocked door, today alarms, as for a war; Yesterday the prison term, today no sentence holds up firm. Yesterday crimes seldom paid; today huge fortunes drug-rat made; Yesterday safe, quiet blocks; today thieves steal you down to socks. Yesterday the public servant, today the haughty, high- paid tyrant; Yesterday the good docТs visit, today the tortured wait and sit. Yesterday one lawyer, two, today a swarm, no end in view; Yesterday, parental discipline, today, pandominium. Yesterday the man and wife, today the transient sexualite; Yesterday role models clear, today a hopeless, tangled blur... Pressed back and back is poor MOREТs fate, as long as УexpertsФ block his gate; our past expunged, theyТve seized control. All record changed, theyТve won the poll. УTHIS is the way that things must go-- based on only what WE know; If you think different, youТre dead, our ranks are marshalled, head to head: УLawyers, judges, news wonk crew, governors, Dual-Presidents too, the courts, both local and supreme, the troops--they do precisely what we deem.Ф Bishops, educators, and--so it goes, all America burned down by foes who champion a strange new thing, unheard of, like a birdless wing. They think that, Christless, it will fly, a theory that they canТt let lie; УCut all ties to right and wrong-- shackles that held sway too long! УWe are free to choose whateТer Heaven, Hell, that we think fair; No one must be told СObey! This is right, not your own way!Т УNo, weТve progressed beyond that. Kill someone? Why, tit for tat! Abused your children? ThatТs all right, weТve got a class for you in sight. УAny crime can be resolved-- ItТs in our genes, how we evolved; No one has to suffer guilt, responsible for УsinФ inbuilt. УNature made us all this way, we kill and rob, abuse away because weТre animals of chance, the products of a random dance. Once so long ago itТs certain, molecules yanked up the curtain; Chance collisions, by and by, produced John Wayne and apple pie.Ф So absurd, yet so sad these views that pull the strings and give the cues to what we see widespread this day, a once great nationТs puppet play! Now, at last, our MAYOR THATТS YOU, the question is: what will you do? MAYORS MORE and LESS, theyТve made their round, but youТre between, on shaky ground. IТm watching from a nearby place, just to see you show your face; Will you be the Уpoor, oppressed,Ф the Уhuddled massesФ Welfare cursed? Or will you be the murdered, slain by some agenda not quite sane? Will you be the value-robbed?-- the youth that sex, gangs, drugs have mobbed? Will you be the drugged, divorced, boyfriendТs little plaything forced to feed her dog on food stamp aid, afraid of only the next raid? Will you be the ones a court declared it correct to abort? Will you be the aged pair forgotten, taxed to death--O Mayor? Together, itТs not hard to see you make a majority; This town is yours, youТve come of age, will you fight fire with love or rage? An urgent bell rings out again, a call to the plain citizen: УHurry, stand for what is true, a Way God showed to Gentile, Jew. УIn these war-zones red and hot, fight the flames in which weТre caught; Love God with your whole hearts now, far beyond what some allow. УUnashamed and bold, stand up! Honor God though Hell erupt! There is no other hope or future, weТve learned by now on our town tour.Ф _________________________ Lyrics dedicated to all volunteers of GodТs Fire Dept. 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