There're many who make their marks in life
By driving stakes through hovering djinns
And those who promise peace through strife
Like the hypocritical Howard Zinn
Who collected seven figures plus
From Western towers railing on sin.
The Damon (no mat) and Ed Vedder fuss
About A People's History, kin
Of credulous cretins rolling in dough
While shedding croc drops for the oppressed, pinned
By posters' "Greed!" from limousine 'hos
Who hack and shape facts into a ginned
Code of sickle or star over Frankenstein
Corpses piled in roadside ruts and bins
And the twisted flow of non-linear lines
Passed over by the disciples of Zinn.