The Zealot Gene

Half of us are in the apple

Half of us are in the pie

All of us are in the pudding

When the last bus has gone by

Someone has to take the high road

Someone has to make the bed

No-one has the right to tell you

To lie down when all is said

The black and white, the stereotype

The polarising pitch at play

While some of us sit in between

Interminable shades of grey

No need to walk the tightrope

Set out on that great divide

The balance scales may tremble

But the featherweights are on our side

Carrying the Zealot gene

Right or left, no in between

Beware, beware the Zealot gene

Naked flame near gasoline

The populist with dark appeal

The pandering to hate

Which xenophobic scaremongers

Deliver on a plate

To tame the pangs of hunger

And satisfy the lust

Slave to ideology

Moderation bites the dust

Bee buzzing in your bonnet

And a wasp right up the bum

A V-8 under hood

A cocked hammer under thumb

Ear-splitting twitter thunder

And a screaming banshee wail

You got too many opinions

And a tom cat by the tail

Carrying the Zealot gene

Right or left, no in between

Beware, beware the Zealot gene

Naked flame near gasoline

Carrying the Zealot gene

Right or left, no in between

Beware, beware the Zealot gene

Naked flame near gasoline

Half of us are in the apple

Half of us are in the pie

All of us are in the pudding

When the last bus has gone by

Someone has to take the high road

Someone has to make the bed

No-one has the right to tell you

To lie down when all is said

The black and white, the stereotype

The polarising pitch at play

While some of us sit in between

Interminable shades of grey

No need to walk the tightrope

Set out on that great divide

The balance scales may tremble

But the featherweights are on our side

Carrying the Zealot gene

Right or left, no in between

Beware, beware the Zealot gene

Naked flame near gasoline