The tangent to the circle is too steep

The half-blind  give advice  on where to look
The soft tongued sell us slogans of defeat
The religious read us stories  from old books

The  thieves  like  pointing out the crooks
While  we amble down the  vacated streets
The half-blind  give advice  on  how to look

We win a gamble yet call it  a fluke
We   love our loss, we like to be downbeat
The religious read us stories  from old books

The terrorists are now in charge of truth
The former rulers  in their slippers creep
The half-blind  give advice  on where to look

The teachers are afraid of learning loose.
The tangent to the circle is too steep
The aged read us stories  from old books

Love is rare yet sex is very cheap
Timers on the bed end duly beep
The half-blind  want  to control  just where we look
The religious agonise about that Book