America’s days are numbered. She is dying in our sleep.
She was a beautiful idea, just one we couldn’t keep.
There were not enough lions, and way too many sheep.
And the lions that we did have, barely even made a squeak
While rights are stripped away, from the gentle and the meek
They did nothing to give hope, or help the people keep
The liberties that were stripped away, by the state that we call deep
There is no hope, no blessing near, redemptions road is steep
The weakness of the men before, they sowed so we could reap
They enjoyed the evil pleasures, while we were forced to keep
Blowing air into the raft so we don’t sink to deep.
The tyrants and the traitors will simply just escape
They will slither to their safety, and count all their mistakes
They will regroup and try again, to make this nation shake
This I know, one thing is true, there is no real debate
These tyrants should hang, for the people they forsake
The rope should swing and sway, until it finally breaks
For the nation that they tried so hard, to poison and reshape
They must pay the price for their lies, there can be no escape
Or the words written on that parchment, aren’t all that we will break.
“Unite or Die”
I loved it. Every word is true and sad because most won't stand up an fight.