WE THE PEOPLE
“We the people…? What! Is that a joke? We are the minions, Of a country gone broke. Stripped of glory, morals, and pride Bathed in the blood of those who have died. We placate ourselves with glorified lies, but the truth can be seen in sorrowful eyes. We dance and we sing to try to escape, The guilt that we feel for this land we have raped. Go sit in your comforting, unreal realm, While evil sits laughing, content at the helm. Sign in to see full entry.