Tears of the Free

Oh, Land of the Free, Land of the Brave,

Land of the Dead and Forgotten.

Cry O Cry Uncle Sam

For thou country is dying.

Cancerous hate spreads to the Limbs, the Brain, the Heart,

Corruption spreading like wildfire until there is nothing left,

But the ashes of the constitution left as the people stand.


Cry O Cry Uncle Sam,

Equities outweigh Equality,

Profit over Life.

Suits constrict around your throat Sam,

They puncture you for loopholes.


Cry the Tears of the Free O Uncle Sam,

For this country strangles the good for the people,

By the good for the profit.


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