Seeking a sanctuary of solitude;
a retreat constructed,
away from the mechanical multitude.
of the unknowingly corrupted.
A broken system sabotaged.
wrapped in a banner of red, white and blue.
A patriotic sentiment camouflaged,
the parade’s a charade, on me and you.
Stir the melting pot,
add a side of exclusion.
A tangled web, a gordian-knot,
on the road to ruin.
Fight the good fight; it’s the American way,
we rally to the sally.
For freedom, there’s a price we pay, so they say,
but who’s keeping tally?
When you add up what is lost,
to what’s been gained,
we’ve been double crossed;
our hearts and hands blood stained.
They can’t be washed clean,
from the sin and impurity.
Wake up from this nightmare of a dream;
these wages of fear and insecurity.
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