This is an edited version of a poem previously posted
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Give me no more lies and bullshit.
No more blood-stained flags,
to wave under your state of affairs,
as you sell us your tales of patriotism.
Money and power are your drugs,
pulling them through your continental gravity bong.
You are a world class villain with the morals of a thug
Acting like humanity is yours to dethrone;
sucking the marrow from the body of our rights.
Yet this is not enough; you must own everything.
You own the banks, the senate, the church.
our food, our water, even our dirt.
We are the weak; in the palm of your hand.
I can see that you pity us, in our crippled state
But I pity your consciousless battle with fate
God has become a puppet to your word,
For this you hide his truth from the world.
Hence the slander of his name in church and on tv,
Brothers! isn't it time we broke free?
You make promises as our cages are forged.
This shall be your undoing.
There comes a time in all period of history,
where oppression and sadness rule.
Yet out of this bursts a torrent;
torches of anger join together
Into a spectacle of human might
for we could own the earth in a single night.
With the combination of our strengths,
we would tear our shackles from the wall.
