You made excuses and ruses And egregious misuses Of all we hold sacred; You misplayed it to the hilt Until you almost killed Almost all of us with lies. So many were unwise And fell for each guise Every smiling mask And gave them what they asked So they could bask in false glory.
We didn’t notice our story Did not match the tale as told And before the ink could grow old Each criminal prophet grew more bold And, changing the names of blessings They continued messing around Until our Constitution was on the ground Trampled in the dirt by those Who cannot ever be hurt.
Because they bribe those of us Who have missed the bus Somewhere back in elementary school When they didn’t play by the rules And we didn’t learn what cheating looked like; Didn’t tell the cheats to take a hike And let us get on with making better The world they were destroying by the letter Just as they tore up the words Of those who started us all and heard Our voices of blood and pain. They are greedy enough to want us to fail again.
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