Stilled by Whirlwind Tongues

Where is the poet?
Where is the singer?
Where is the painter?
All with maidens fair
Who stole the richness?
Who took contentment?
What brought the famine?
All with laden care

All these people have been stilled by whirlwind tongues
A certain sector has made clowns of everyone
Of good women who are left I know but some
Propaganda's flailing tune has been sung

Where is the thinker?
Where is the bourgeois?
Where are the ladies?
All with singers fair
Who dressed the ladies?
Who switched the gender?
What makes the kingdom
Fall to destined heirs?

All these people have been stilled by whirlwind tongues
Politicians twirling on each other's thumbs
Keeping all the sexes drugged and neatly plumbed
Self-indulgent's flailing tune has been sung

Where is the poet?
Where is the singer?
Where is the painter?
All with maidens fair
Who stole the richness?
Who took contentment?
What brought the famine?
All with laden care

All these people have been stilled by whirlwind tongues
A certain sector has made clowns of everyone
Of good women who are left I know but some
Propaganda's flailing tune has been sung