Its easy to forget, really
That there's blood in all this
It is there though, I assure you
It grows, like flowers in a field
It manifests
Like this sense that we are right
We are golden
We are free

That we and only we
can be bound by this righteousness
A small community of flag wavers
Each with a small, rolled up copy of the constitution up their ****

The blood is there, I swear it
I am quite sure
With every living and breathing limb
A member of the politicians puppeteer act

And for this emblem
(Everyone must wear it we say!)
We shall flood the red sea

So let us suppose it is a chess game
That is how it seems to me
Perhaps blood is merely a figment
A placebo for patriotism

In this chess game
We wave our flag as puppeted
Hope, dance, howl and pray for a checkmate