Up and down the slippery clock
The meekest mice trip up and down sneaking,
Eyes closed, ignoring the time
Their only defense; whining and squeaking
"Peace at all costs" is the cheesy refrain
Chanted at pitches that cut off one's brain
Truth be damned, we will not fight
To hell with protecting right with might
With ill-researched lies
They attack their own countrymen
Their right to speak paid for
By those they condemn
They are the blind mice of history
Running down the clock
Selling themselves into slavery
Along with those they mock
-- Jack Battler
