Divide and Conquer That is their plan Making us fight amongst ourselves So that we will not see Them lock us up in chains To do their bidding To work for their pleasure Our lives no longer our own They decide who lives and dies The march to the oligarchy drums Have begun in years…
Waving wheat and golden shores Dancing with the summer wind All mixed together with Freedom sounds Of laughing children and celebratory revelry Sparklers waving and cannons booming The cares of life seem to fade away The joy of being American takes center stage Yet now this pride seems to be gone Replaced with a seething…
Everyone is cheering Why shouldn’t they? Was the one “causing the trouble” Not just shut up? But was he? That’s what they told us They? They who? The media And what will happen now When someone else comes along And disagrees with their song and dance Their version of reality Will that person be vilified…