MODEL VILLAGE 
Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead!
dave sturt


A perfect blue sky above 
perfectly manicured lawns.
People are stirring 
as the new day dawns.

The bells on the church ring 
a peal of perfection each day;
The dutiful brethren 
all line up to pray.

The local reporter reports 
on the news of the day;
Nothing has happened, 
there's nothing to say.

The model policeman 
stands guard 
in his uniform blue;
Day after day 
he has nothing to do.

The rules are there to guide you
And constantly remind you:
You’d be useless without us.
We know what’s best.
We are born to rule you.

Virtuous and mindless,
Obedient and silent,
They are told what to do,
What to think,
For a better future.

The friendly shopkeeper 
keeps his cards 
close to his chest;
He secretly passes on 
signs of unrest.

The power and the riches 
reside in the hands of the few.
The radicals impatiently wait 
for their cue.