Those who fight for the unborn
are the same who forsake the masses,
Perhaps because the fetus cannot be seen
through they’re green sensitive glasses.
They cry not for the foreign
nor the meek, nor the earth
But when it comes to the unborn
they suddenly realize,
a righteous sense of worth.
The cowboys have not a leg to stand on,
But the scratchy voiced corpse of a pawn.
But, the dollar bill, the big bertha
Bombing the word with buyouts.
For them, with no will, it goes no further,
Though the mothers of the slain cry out.
Security for sale, come and get it!
The government is coming to getcha.
If that’s security, I don’t feel it,
but the children sure do I betcha!
The rolling rock of capitalism,
Cannot be deaf to wisdom.
Life, not meant to be bought or sold,
yet fatter wallets bid for all our souls.
On our lives, is on which they thrive,
leaching as we grow old.
But it goes no further,
than the lame duck can fly
identity without liability,
farewell goodbye.
The digital revolution is on my mind,
the quality of music shall rewind.
When technology smothers the burn for profit
and there is little game in producing whores
the Spam business will be forced to forfeit
and the heart of the art, will be at our cores.
It would be quite nice, to break the stranglehold
faceless names have on our lives
When offices are empty, and companies sold,
I look forward to many sweet goodbyes.
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.
Who makes hollow women of our little girls?
gave them g-strings for ribbons and curls.
Who made hippies so hypocritical?
making a person into a commercial.
Vagrant stranger in the white van,
raping children for all they can
News Corp, Disney, Viacom Warner,
steal and sell identity-the money they garner.
Keeping children from thinking on their own,
A commercial communism of the future
Who dare kill the lifeblood of youth?
Who are these killers of culture?
When did willing to fit in mean willing to buy?
I can see if for some girls
But what about our guys,
Getting prettier and prettier becoming a target,
Becoming that last mindless market
Where’s the playboy and bottle rockets?
What happened to fist fights and pit pockets?
There has always been a need, to be extreme
But how can you be extreme if you don’t create a damn thing
A generation of destruction,
Mass production, blood suction
A capitalist world run through youth corruption
Keeping the kids from being real
Tell them how to think, how to feel
Who are these soulless vultures?
Who are these killers of culture?
The moderate road, the Holy Grail
Forever theory in somber reality
Party politics inept and obsolete
In mutual slug paced animosity
The conflicts that harden we’re forced to repeat
Children killed over blood abroad
And our leaders compete and cheat for a seat.
A simplistic appeal, but the suits feel,
It is nothing short of an Achilles heal,
To their divine self-serving ideals.
Yet landmasses move, oceans rise
Civilizations fall and religion dies
Are we to believe like we do the lies?
that two truths are an omnipresent surprise?
Red woods that don’t bend, break
Species that don’t adapt die
Those who speak two sides are fake
And their word of compromise is a lie
The moderates unopened rose is considered Satan’s prose
Though the glorification of extremities
Call for a tourniquet to remind those, of gallant pose
From where exactly the blood flows.
We are a nation of abomination built through greed and markets temptation.
All our action lacks illation sold our souls for shallow sensation,
Blind to all manipulation done by so many corporations,
How they bleed us for medication the profit margin cause for inflation,
They love this globalization to gouge the sick of African nation,
Counting the revenues in jubilation vacuuming a billion for vacation,
Profanity in numerals death toll in elevation the government suffers from lobbyist incantation.
The suits keep up a confrontation over the 6th amendment and abortion
Though they come to no resolution they serve their purpose as noise pollution
Pharmaceutical and insurance institutions left to miser without regulation
Money has bought out moderation, so the public values little contemplation that’s why it’s our excessive nation of
alienation and abomination.
