Red white and blue
Red white and blue
How my heart wanted
To be true
But your devotion to me
Is not what mine was to you
Red white and blue
How I wish I could be true

The country is completely broken,
The state has always been ruined.
Everywhere is fear
The end is drawing near:
Touch your heart and sing a tune.

Nobody remembers the meaning
Behind patriotic songs we sing.
The endless peace they promise,
Lies the way drama is-
The government needs to rethink.

You cannot trust the government
The future of it is endlessly bleak.
The enforcers ooze hatred.
What men breathe is seen sacred.
Though truth is what we seek.

The truth is not in the men.
Political beings only breathe lies.
All things they say are false
They speak of “freedom for all”
Meanwhile, the children in cages cry.

The country is completely broken.
The state is all but crumbled.
Rebellion draws near,
Instating copious fear
But the Man In Charge scoffs untroubled.

A siren wails in the distance-
“Please stand once more for the Pledge.”
We speak of freedom and justice.
We pray and plead for bliss
We’d rather die than follow to the ledge.

We cry out for mercy one final time.
We pray for our Clock’s final chime.
We trudge onward through levels of slime.
We wait for the end of crime.

There is nothing anymore we can do.
Trenches of safety reveal no peaceful view.
The Ending feels like sweet morning dew.
Terrible times will, at last, be through.

One more cry. One more shout.
One more time to figure things out.
One more lie. One more bout
Of joy before our time runs out.

The chorus sings on as if forced by swarms
Of unhappy police with ticking bombs
Ready to light the fuses with no qualms
And end the lives of the morally at arms.

For peace, we scream.
For liberty, we shout.
For love, we yearn.
We bleed life out.

There is almost hope for the country,
But we need others to listen.
If we yell loud enough,
Maybe the future will begin to glisten.

We can save future generations.
We can leave this life with hope.
We can give them a future,
And their future will help me cope.

nationalism
interesting concept

it gives me eyes
yet constricts my vision
it cuts to the root, precision
a careful incision

distill patroticism
bathe in schism
schism of the past
no victory every lasts

build rafts
pay tribute to the past
but build the ******* rafts
appreciate your ancestors craft
but realise patrioticism is relative
we all have a past

Heaven clears its coward clouds
crows ascend and ravens caw
as a man unfazed and proud
greets aloud the Devil's maw

the land trembles at his spear
sunlight screaming on his shield
as his roar defeats the fear
and vibrates far into the field

the coming shadow of his foes
stretches further than he sees
so his gaze begins to glow
for he is where he's meant to be

a growl of courage and respect
rises from one hundred men
their lives ready to neglect
for those they'll never see again

the Earth quakes with endless herds
the burning sky begins to fall
his throat bulges its last words
and they bellow, "SHIELD WALL"

spears are laid their final hands
the heavy metal claps together
as brothers like their fathers stand
their mortal souls obtain forever.

In the veins where honor churns
the pulse of rage begins to tear
for the men who won't return
there is not a life to spare

and so it is

on a rock an ocean crashes
today men, tomorrow ashes
spear thrusts and shield smashes
for the lakes and for the grasses
for the name that never passes
and the star that always shines
their motherland, asleep behind
with the old and with the blind
with the children and the wives
the very womb that gave them lives

faces crack against their steel
footmen cry and captains kneel
a line of slaughter walled by zeal
brings each wave of slaves to heel
while the vultures praise their meal
the blade is swung, the pain ignored
necks are slit and skulls are gored
legs are worn and arms are sore
as fervor beats the chest's encore
like thunder drums the hum of war

blood with sweat in dust is bathed
no son is spared, no farewell bade
no grave is made, no boatman paid
a god was deaf when mothers prayed
alone they march the death parade
as the birds consume their spleens
all that's left is silent trees
who as tombs attend the scene
to absorb unto their gleam
what it's like to have been free

over yonder, in freedom somewhere
a daughter's silent cry implores
for her seesaw is still there
but its maker is no more.

My gaze flickering across this landscape divine -

a whirlwind of sentiments unfolds.

Yet a single word echoes across my mind:

mine, mine, mine.


These hills, these trees, the distant shore,

as sure as the breeze caressing the steeple:

they are part of me, and more -

I am at home, safe, with my people.


I feel it, I know it, the comfort it sings -

whispers of safety, a lullaby to my broken wings:

familiar and gentle, deep in my bones,

the ancestry calling from ancient white stones.


Rosemary, lavender, olives, and fig trees,

they tell me of history, of proud victories;

of battles, of sadness, of stories untold,

the generations with lingering spirits of old.


This is my land, I belong here;

the soft hum of time; a smile and a tear.

****, refuses to use DPA, nationalize producing,

distributing accurate testing, PPEs,

not saving taxpayers billions over-spent,

100,000's of their lives,

while preaching his 'corona schmorona'

policies at disease super-spreader rallies,

exterminating republicans.



"...We(e),..." can inspire billionaires:

replace our 'shoulda, coulda, woulda' situation with a win.

Loans can purchase combining of medical manufacturers

to supply States with testing, PPEs, stop carnage.

**** said, "people wouldn't have the pandemic if they weren't tested".  
If he were a comic he'd get this advice, your policy jokes are like a
bridge too far that's not far enough, to nowhere, you'd **** there, go.

Still, he continues to refuse to use the DPA to nationalize producing,
distributing effective testing, PPEs, which would save taxpayers 100's
of billions of dollars overspent now on gouged prices, and 100's of

thousands of their lives, he continues to preach his 'corona schmorona'
policies at his super-spreader of disease rallies, exterminating repubs.
Our outrage can turn the tide, as can a term or two of President Joe.

We've got 614 billionaires here, why can't "...we(e),..." inspire them to
replace our 'should a, could a, would a' situation with a win, win one.
They walk into a bank, walk out with 100 million dollar loans, that can

purchase the combining of medical manufacturers to do what the not
use of DPA didn't, supply States with all the testing, PPEs they need at
a decent price, the guaranteed market would do the same for the loans.

A nation working together can save those 100's of thousands mass-murdered by the repubs coviding, premeditatedly, and those whose
ases, assets will be liquidated by homelessness, hunger, crime, stress.

Only if we insist the model of mass theft of tax dollars by purposely not preventing things is tossed: Lion of The Senate running against Carter = October Surprise, Iran-Contra-gate; S+L gate; Y2K; Silicon Valley Start-

up Bust; Attacks on 9-11-01; unnecessary unending wars; '05 filling the bowl by Katrina, NOLA, by non-reinforcing of levees for decades; '07 great recession; '10 manufacturing of tea party by ebony, ivory, the

Black, white supremacies, working in perfect harmony with the multi-media conspiracy, as they're doing now; '16 non-prevention of hacking of election, if you didn't vote Hillary you voted to illegally install Utin and

his **** into the BlackHouse; '17's seeing **** end the WhiteHouse pandemic response team, cut CDC's funding, etc., to allow the virus to take elderly, poor lives, ***** nil. The insanity can be stopped, will you?