Upbeat

I wept for the world today
Aware of the minor role I play,
I wondered what I could do or say
To resolve in a positive way

The progression of lies that I hear
Whose dominant feeling is fear
Inciting the mindless to sneer
Rejecting the truths we hold dear--

But the composer is partial to horns
And has a big set that adorns
A visage that haughtily scorns
The love of a maker who mourns

So I’ve got to pick out the notes
That silence the liar who gloats
And possibly even promotes
A joyful sound in all throats.