United we stand,
divided we'll fall
but these wandering birds
aren't concerned at all
A person of integrity
we hoped at best
but these crowing roosters
won't let us rest
They crow through the day,
peck all night,
stir our souls
with corruptible light
They cover our eyes...
They smother our cries...
They spread their lies...
in disguise
They call themselves kings
but they are pawns
Their flaming tongues
burnt the sun
They paint our eyes
with dark words
They ruffle the feathers
of the nesting bird
They use their tongues to serve the dead
with their low hanging heads
and dreadful eyes
they pervert the skies
They don't want to see this nation stand
They use dark speeches
to divide the land
They work for the god
of dark choices
He rises up
to strengthen their voices
They desire destruction
and abhor peace
Their forked tongues
prepare a feast
with little drops of lies
to amaze the skies
They feed us for months
We throw up for days
with signs of distress in our eyes
They push the limit to prevail
On their backs it reads
"Country For Sale"
Is there an end to this?