The Graven Image

There is a graven image
You’ve held it in your hand
It’s had so many printings
There are stacks in every land

With this image you’ve been programmed
It’s stamped deep in your mind
Yet I doubt you often contemplate
Its meaning for your kind

It’s the pyramid on the U.S. dollar bill
Capped with a hovering eye.
It’s inferred it’s a representation of God
But that is most surely a lie

The eye represents your true rulers;
Not the ones that you think that you choose –
Those puffed-up robotic hand puppets
Whose scripts are what passes for news

The capstone that floats is transparent,
Because to mankind they cannot be known,
And the rays show the power
That has raised up this tower
By crushing our species to stone.