These old-world world fair expos,
Put up quick and tore down just as fast.
These were the grounds
Where they could revive their cult,
If only for just some days
They have refuge to relax.
Practice in slavery and
In cannibalism & *******.
Now, in ***** harvesting.

Today

Look at the camps on the borders,
At all those who go missing.
Trafficked all around
Freshly after arriving.
Or just after fasting,
Before they have finished praying.
Before they got a chance to say,
Goodbye.

**** the heart and
You leave life to the vicious realm of fact.
And now quietly, bias builds
Behind a calculated mask.
Speak your minds, and fast.
Before you lose all ability to affect any real large change.
You will be charged, regardless
Of if you said anything.
So don't say the words of other fools
Who know not even their best interest.
Talk amongst yourselves and
Find the common ground.
That is democracy's politics

None of you made us.
None of these brands or industries
Who do not pay their fair share
And move the country in negative directions, have
Bearing on who you are.
Who you say you are,
What you want to be or do.
None of these businesses
That keep you down on the totem pole
And do not hire their own
For higher up positions.
Who do not increase salary to match
Our cost of living.
Those that don't pay a fair share to you,
Because they in turn
Are robbed at the grocery store.
They are influencing you.
But you made you, influence
What you will try to.
Destiny is mine to write,
And I intend to

It is the virtue signalers,
Any person who does not do
Exactly as they said they will
It is people who will show you a smile
Only to backtrack a mile, the very next hour
You know authentic
You know the genuine.
You know who are greedy businessmen,
Only out to fill their pockets.
You know who are too old to remain,
Any career politician.
Stack the circuits, flush the house and courts
So much blackmail and cash
You hear about it in the nightly news

It is not my people, who want war
It is these dogs from Europe
Who want to play us like pawns.
To their own ends,
They are corrupt.
They do not respect us,
Their leaders lead our politicians on.
It is not our fight, but our weapons
Off of our backs, the funds.
More money gone away to war, which
Shall never return in excess, if at all

What do I speak of?
Of self-actualization and the pursuit of happiness
Of class movements, where you are not stuck where you are for life
I speak of what the fathers wrote,
I speak of our fathers' hopes.
Before those slavers from Europe,
Did what they always did well.
Before they slaughtered who should have been sisters & brothers
In this beautiful land, in our united country
You have been robbed of your destinies
They split us up into factions
From broken borders, to cliques
Secret courts, where throats are choked
Like behind closed doors
Information they keep from you
Or hold over your head
Like a rope around the neck
From freaks who feel nothing but empty
And only feel pleasure from deriving pain
Who are concerned with only their own back
Not even sacred is family
Blood is like water
All that matters is physical pleasure for the self

Remember our westward expansion,
God was not there with us.

It was savageness perpetrated
On a native populace

I walk alone
For the sake of everyone I love and know
For the blush of unspoiled fruit
So we can walk out into the sun
Freemen and not slaves
So we can get out from under the thumb
Of oppressors who seek to keep us down,
For the Americas
My Americans
For her siblings, allies of dear note to
Fair Lady Columbia
For all that share in the rays of the cosmos
My friends, nature is so beautiful
And once was so full, in this world
Of all the things gone extinct
It is less they do not control
Remember, you too are an animal