An Enemy of the People

(Verse 1) The fjords lie calm, beneath the sun, a picture postcard, pristine and bright. But shadows lurk, the battle's begun, a doctor's voice, against the night. Prosperity's song, a siren's call, the town thrives, on waters clear and deep. But truth unfolds, a poisoned thrall, a hidden sickness, secrets to reap. (Chorus) For he, the doctor, dares to speak, a lone voice rising, from the silent shore. Of poisoned waters, secrets leak, a truth revealed, to wound the core. The townsfolk gather, faces grim, the enemy of progress, they declare. His warnings fall, on ears grown dim, a lonely truth, they cannot bear. (Verse 2) The press, a hound, with teeth of greed, twists every word, with venom's sting. The mayor's smile, a mask indeed, a web of lies, the truth to cling. The baths, a symbol, wealth untold, a sacrifice, for progress' sake. But health betrayed, for profits cold, a moral line, the doctor breaks. (Chorus) For he, the doctor, dares to speak, a lone voice rising, from the silent shore. Of poisoned waters, secrets leak, a truth revealed, to wound the core. The townsfolk gather, faces grim, the enemy of progress, they declare. His warnings fall, on ears grown dim, a lonely truth, they cannot bear. (Bridge) Is truth a burden, heavy to bear? When comfort's song, drowns out the pain? Can one man fight, a system's snare? When fear and greed, forever reign? (Verse 3) The stones are hurled, a chorus roars, a mob mentality, fueled by fear. His words distort, behind closed doors, his family ostracized, held so dear. But in his heart, a fire burns, a flicker of defiance, strong and bright. He stands alone, as hatred churns, an enemy of the people, in the night. (Chorus) For he, the doctor, dared to speak, a lone voice rising, from the silent shore. Of poisoned waters, secrets leak, a truth revealed, forevermore. The townsfolk gather, faces grim, the enemy of progress, they may say. But history's whispers, echo him, a lonely truth, that lights the way. (Outro) The fjords may gleam, beneath the sun, a picture postcard, bittersweet. The doctor's fight, may not be won, but truth's a seed, that cannot be beat. (Ending) (Chorus) For he, the doctor, dared to speak, a lone voice rising, from the silent shore. Of poisoned waters, secrets leak, a truth revealed, forevermore. The townsfolk gather, faces grim, the enemy of progress, they may say. But history's whispers, echo him, a lonely truth, that lights the way. (Outro) The fjords may gleam, beneath the sun, a picture postcard, bittersweet. The doctor's fight, may not be won, but truth's a seed, that cannot be beat. (Ending)