Media Blackout

The streets are filled with people
The air is filled with sounds
But the cameras are myopic
And the satellite's gone to ground.

A canvas city's gone up
Overnight they took the town
Now they're coming here to storm the walls
And Wall Street's going down.

The underground is buzzing
Though the surface still looks calm
But a billion angry hornets swarm
The studio doors, beyond.

George Clooney's raising money
And Bono's sounding off
Wikileaks is collecting evidence
But the media is off.

"So pour a glass of bubbly
And dance all night till dawn
No one's pissing on our party
Or pitching tents upon our lawn

Let the silly blighters picket
Let them shout till they are hoarse
Cuz we've stockpiled all the money
And we've reinforced the doors.

When everyone is homeless
We will still be living well
So let the people stuff it
Let the country go to hell."

Yes, they've called out the militia
To disperse the madding crowd
But the tides have turned against them
And the rich have gone to ground.

The streets are filled with people
The harbour's filled with boats
There's no place left for pirates
We've even rigged the moats!

There's a secret battle brewing
Behind the mask of normalcy
But the only ones it's fooling
Are the aristocracy.