The Mule -

Obey

Look my way

The spastic freedom

That we all crave

A voice speaks

Of blind date

With another state

Of mind and the world

Now he looks my way

The shares we hold look like gold

The ticket sold are valid now — and below

And the world outside

Must obey

The laws of freedom

Left unmade

A voice speaks

The new master by will divine

By laws of freedom, trade and lies

A voice speak — the mule

But the judgement pronounced

By the petulant satam above

Can never reverse

The sentence passed from the heaven ahead

Sudden future manifestation

IV empire brutal invitation

They look just like his flock of lambs

But look closer — goats