The words of the thousands,
the masses,
they explode,
from the mouths of the people,
their voice,
unheard.
Their minds and freedoms,
they're *****,
every word,
silenced and scattered,
they burn.

Actions speak louder than words,
when the words are silenced, unheard.

Crushed under the weight of a collapsing nation,
congress creates bills,
using imagination.

They slit our throats,
we are the ****,
as they run to the top,
of Capitol Hill,
to avoid the flooding of blood from our wounds.

And when we revolt,
when we rebel,
when we speak up,
they tape our mouths.

There is no freedom in the land of the free.