The Bond Market Doesn’t Vote

[Verse 1]
They said the sky would fall, if we dared to build
A bridge, a school, or a clinic on the hill
They waved their bonds like holy texts from the gods
And told us to obey, no matter how they robbed

[Chorus]
But the bond market doesn’t vote
It never stood in line and never gave us hope
It’s just a screen behind a trader's desk
Where rich men hedge their bets and call it risk
The bond market doesn’t bleed or choke
It won’t fix your town when bridges broke
So don’t you bow to what you’ve never known
This country’s ours and it’s not on loan

[Verse 2]
A whisper in the Oval office scared a president straight
He dropped his dream and called it fiscal fate
Another backed down when the traders frowned
Left the people waitin’ in a rusted town

[Chorus]
But the bond market doesn’t ever vote
It never fed your kid or quinched your thirsty throat
It’s just a myth that rich men like to invoke
To keep you quiet while the system chokes
The bond market never paid your toll
It’s just a ghost that bought your soul
But ghosts don’t care when the lights go dark
It’s time we light up a different spark

[Bridge]
And they say we can’t afford it—well, who decides the cost?
The men who broke the system? The men who never lost?
We’ve got hands, and hearts, and minds to build
But we keep our dreams in chains, without a yield
[Final Chorus]
No, the bond market doesn’t vote
It doesn’t live here and it doesn’t hope
It never marched or dug a ditch
It sold you fear and made us flinch
But we can write a brand-new score
Start acting like we own the floor
The bond market doesn’t vote—
But we do. And we want more.

Credits:
Lyrics and melody by Robert Jennings
Published by InnerSelf Publications
AI-assisted production and vocals
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