I'm losing my tolerance
For moral ambiguity.
I'm not talking about who people have sex with.
I'm talking about this Zombie President of ours,
And his Alt-Right supporters
Who want to rip the United States of America to pieces.
Are we just gonna' look for enemies everywhere in the world
As American Gun freaks continue to commit
Increasingly dramatic massacres?
What is the purpose
Of the United States Military
If their job isn't to keep the Citizens of the United States safe?
Is it just to benefit Defense Contractors
And satisfy investors on Wall Street?
I wonder sometimes.
before you click too mucH
for they can disturb with slightest toucH
for they can see everything you thinK
and they control anything you drinK
they need you to “try your besT”
so they can make you pass the tesT
the test that leads you to your lifE
the test behind you with a knifE
so you can finally be freE
listen to these simple threE
stay in linE
listen to their selfish crimE
listen to the way they saY
it’ll be a happy daY
or it just might cause you paiN
or it just might be the daY
you would never see agaiN
pass the tesT
so you can finally be the besT
based upon the way that yoU
pay attention tO
Chaos, demolition, destruction
controlled through supervised instruction
no end to slaughter, no reduction
have their own ways of seduction
In that throne, they sit and dare
The one which is called the 'chair'
Nation's green honour gone abrupt
you say, you're still not corrupt?
no one points at you, while you deduct
waiting for the world to erupt
Just about everything, you'll see here
Roots all clung to the evil chair
In which those so called governors sit
organisers, runners of this lovely bit
performing tricks for the show to lit
prepared for them is a special pit
Looters and criminals, all have a pair
Of gloves to keep stain off their chair
Don't believe their words, bark whatever
bamboozle us, truth from our eyes they sever
residing in those large structures like hever
could write three books upon their clever
Dreadful reality transferred heir upon heir
Criminals need not legitimate relations, just their bloody chair!
They deposed of laughter in the rain
listened on this terrain
in their awful pegs retentive clamour
while dark gruesome hours descended
as them that didn't willingly tie for their enamor
while flatulence then finally was hardily retorted in debate
yet their nostalgia doom relived this planet in this luxury then so they'd flatten this inn divide
while in lies that pack frozen in their teeth
There once was a government that order all the murder case to be solved
To the government, they just wanted this to be done
And so promises were made with perfect slogan to be kept
But such effort were fruitless and it was dissolved
As murders were placed upon the innocents heads
And they were left dangling in the wind with the voices of the dead
And innocent and guilty was all but blurred
With nothing but cold wines of burecrate
And the sweating pores from pressured sociocrate
And when others claims with a single gun anything could be done
To a suicide, homicide and multiple cases of domestic genocide
They were silenced without a thought and no more protest could be heard
And so false witness rose with their vile tongue and a snake as their pet
Sooner or later accusation flew, here, there and everywhere
But I shake my head in a futile attempt of sorting my thoughts
As murder cases are not binary bases
And they cannot be solved simply with an order from high voices
As government remains blind and present crimes are hidden
In plain sight even from divine gaze and order besides mankind's
She stands tall.
Shaken by the regime - all the way to a fall.
Still standing firm in her roots,
striving against the cabinet in suite.
She stands tall.
Her roots being hacked at and poisoned,
yet she does not fall.
She does not fall.
Insults hit her heart,
yet she does not begin to stall,
but her heart begins to fall.
She does not fall.
Now she stands taller
like an elegant self-conscious queen,
but with the heart of a mother that no one has ever seen.
The abuse has become too much.
Just to name a cause;
It was you with your helpful, root unearthing touch.
RIP Mama Afrika.
They spend their days applauding the rich
To keep them off the streets and make use of their glitch
Is it a disability or a glitch that snatches away their rights
Or that keeps off the sky to reach the city of lights
Where a baby can be born without a risk of a bad eye
By the simple gesture of clap turned bad whereas the birth of the baby should be celebrated with cheer and rye
But I guess that’s just the humor thicked with wryness
But we find many a homosexual whom we kindly and unknowingly address as Your Highness
The abundance of homosexual conquests to give away any hope of the lord to ignorantly receive him
Chopping off their manhood with a sword at every whim
In the bloodiest fashion reminiscent of all that’s wrong in the universe
If we could just find a reverse
It isn’t just the transgendered who feel the curse of their face
What about the acid victims bluntly speaking who won’t make it in the rat race
The media may portray them as heroines
But when the danger is past their past leads to what is simply a couple of street coins
It’s all in a visage
The idea of making money right is just a mirage
It falters with circumstance and birth right
If you were born developed enough for this world success is in your sight
Looks like transgender people have no place to go
The government should know
So why not the army so they can push the agenda of war too
But it seems like they have no country to fight for you
So don’t be afraid of them
They are born at the hem
Of a ship that signals a rough life that doesn’t soothe by a deep REM sleep
So they aren't any less capable because they still deal with deeply rooted social stigmas that would make anyone working through that weep