This nation was built by the mouths of the unsatisfied,
who didn’t follow blindly in a land where questions are justified.
We did not accept rhetoric for action or an all too timely half assed solution.
Our pride and vitality we refused to be bled, and denied a life profiting off others dead.
But what is now the American definition?
Accepting propaganda for truthful information,
nationalism for realism, arrogance for integrity?
Existing as the molded soldiers for lobbyist purchased machines,
spreading its tentacles as an air born disease in a world wide stream.
Flowing from one to one, the mother of all conflict we refuse to see.
One percent plus one percent equals many a consequence.
Profit to the individual as starvation and violence plague the rest.
That is the secret war we deny to exist, our places as pawns we refuse to resist.
Our voices gagged with blood drenched rags of ignorance,
even though that was the way for Nazis and Communists,
We are not America, but Rome before the fall, content and hedonistic, idle and small.
One can take this personal and nail me to the wall,
or watch with open eyes and try to hold closed your jaw
One could accuse me of cynicism with balls,
but that is what made our nation, and the most patriotic of us all.
