Defience Is America's Modo

Sat, 03/07/2015 - 09:49 -- TannerH
 Freedom ring's as a battle sing's,
Mourning equel to a patriots happyiest dream's
 As the sunrise show's  a American that was rose still sway's in the breeze far above the tree's
Breaking our enemy bringing a king to his knee's cheer's fill the air as royalty flee's,
 American spirit gives no reprieve just as the King's taxes gave no room to breath,
We just want our freedom then your free to leave,
 From day one our Nation hates a theif,
Hence no respect for the cheif who feed's on greif,
As he fall's like a yellow leaf in the fall mesmerized the subject's stood tall,
 Baffled some are agianst secound class citizenship being the law,
It's our tradition to anser wars call, 
 Weather opulant or of penury desent,
Off away vieing for thier country milloin's have went,
 Proud to protect the freedoms our color's repesent,
Also uphold the Constitution as was our founder's oath's intent,
 Now our call falls silent as the flag's have changed,
Right's are all but remnant's of the past denounced for material gain,
 Our history is destroyed as once again American's are the subject of so called mighty men,
So powerfull their toilet paper is the disreguarded Constution,
  The politcian sulete's to them a show of respect to the mighty dollar,
It's been made clear some are to poor to be worthy of thier follower,
 Now the devil percieves himself as the almighty father,
Intent to smoke Earthling's of  a home,
 Nothing's right the pennyless are always wrong,
Media's herding us along, 
 Some how a great part of our Goverment has gone astray fathoming it's own people decay,
 Against everything our people have stood for since the first day
Now is stript away  law makers all about oil pump up the taxes,
In it for the spoils careless of the sinking soil,
 To money lie's loyalty, 
Greedy beedy eyes wishing us to fall agenda not of the people unless your bank acoount is large enough for you to be considereded equell
Makes you wounder at those who pretend to care as they prepare the knife for one's back just to show who is the true law of the land
Whispers is there call, surely spewining the lie's and redderick of satin,
 Population sublect to monitary seperation,
Impovered and unwanted shadow's on a wall have us all haunted,
 Secound class citizens cosntantly teased by voyer's to powerfull for due process or lawyer's,
 
This poem is about: 
My country

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