On top of the world, Looking over the edge, You could see them coming. You looked too small In their big, black car, To be a threat to the men in power.

I just know that something good is going to happen. I don't know when, But just saying it could even make it happen.

I hid my yo-yo In the garden. I can't hide you From the government. Oh, God, Daddy - I won't forget...

I still dream of Orgonon. I wake up crying. You're making rain, And you're just in reach, When you and sleep escape me.

The American polity is infected with a serious imbalance of power between elites and masses, a power which is the principal threat to our democracy.

...for nothing can be more reasonable, than that slaves and flatterers should exact the same taxes on all below them, which they themselves pay to all above th…

When they're standing right in front of you, kings are a kind of speech impediment.