Sorry, I’m so gloomy,
but the gloom is half the mood.
Welcome to the country
where they throw out half the food
Like: “Fuck you if you’re hungry,
We got better things to do
Got a million more priorities
than human rights for YOU”
Empty stomachs wandering an empty store
With shelves as empty as our craters
left on distant shores
They mark the spot, where once,
a country thrived
that even tried to help it’s poor,
now, in its place, a fascist state,
where rape is just a tool of war.
Guess they took a page from out the book
we used in ‘64,
Villagers we stacked in graves,
Caked in fucking agent orange
Now, Cut to yesterday,
Afghanistan endures the very storm
that swept it’s way through Vietnam
where, even now, the blood is warm.
Even now, Fallujah celebrates to see
a baby born who’s not deformed
Not Warped by little presents
we left hidden in the dirt,
courtesy of all your friends
at the World Economic Forum
Courtesy of Civilized Political Decorum
Unity across the aisle
Both sides agreeing via War Crime Quorum
I’d like to say
that when they start the midterm texts,
I’ll be able to ignore ‘em,
But I know myself well enough
to know I’m gonna draw them all rhetorically, then, verbally, I’ll quarter ‘em
Lyrically I’ll carpetbomb and mortar ‘em
Purely via metaphor, I’ll bury them alive
But upside-down, with the utmost blasphemy intended out of spite
Lyrically I’ll lead them by the eyes
Cause, Lyrically, I’m still beneath the ice
Scratching at the surface
for a purpose they deny
And every time, they smile,
and they look me in the eyes.
And suddenly we’re six feet under sub-prime
Six feet standing firmly in between you
and the sunrise
Now your movement’s as restricted as the Sunrise
Crippled into parody like Occupy
Young hearts, be free,
Young Turks, here to slowly poison
hearts and minds
Get ‘em speaking Press Release in record time
Get ‘em Standing up for AOC,
and every other Langley plant
who sprays a coat of ‘Tax The Rich’
across their core of ‘Semper Fi’
The skies are nice and clear,
The drones are set to fly
They are Following the pipeline of
‘How The West Was Won’
to
‘How The West Declined’
to
‘How The West Made Debt Into A Genocide’
to
‘How The West Demolishes A Picket Line’
to
‘How The West Contaminates A Riverside’
to
‘How The West’s War Crimes Are Glamorized’
to
‘How The West Protects The Kind Of Medical Neglect That Is Infanticide At Best, And Is, At Worse, An Ethnic Cleansing Rite’
Nah, it’s Safe to say it’s all fun and games
until the feds arrive
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