David Carr

The Car is King of the World

The car is king
We have rolled out the concrete carpet for it,
over this land, over that land.
The car is king of the world.

The car has a mighty voice,
louder than the wind through trees,
more loud than the puny blackbird,
louder even than bells in steeples.
The car has a voice that is truly mighty
for it drowns out all the poetry of earth.

The car has slaves by the million.
They tighten its screws, wash it's body;
and for their service it breaks their bones,
bashes their brains out, maims their mothers.
The car has, by the million,
loyal unquestioning slaves.

The car is king.
We have rolled out the concrete carpet for it,
over this land, over that land.
The car is king of the world.