Opinion
darkrose
Posts: 40
I obsess the working gem's, researching political sin's.
Correcting the false with their truthful, steady hands.
Speak out freely my friend's.
Smooth out the question's within my doubts.
Yes, the truth within the misconceptions.
Countless are wrongly dead.
Our pockets smell of death.
Giving the riches to the select few,
So we may rid of these 'terrorists'.
A blessed nation wonders what else to do?
The world watches as this royal country lies with more lies.
I came face to face with your God's darkened grin,
And stared right back at the secret government, posing as him.
You can't tell me different, war is the ultimate sin.
Trained inside the red, white and blue.
Guess that's what you're born to do.
Arrangements made by believing men,
Bypass those looking beyond religion.
Supporting weapons as we destruct a country.
Mass destruction, we love our country.
You admire the way criminal men,
Light up those smoky, chemical skies.
I can't imagine why, you strive to get those bombs to fly.
Maybe it's the 'American fries'.
This country is blessed a little too much.
Correcting the false with their truthful, steady hands.
Speak out freely my friend's.
Smooth out the question's within my doubts.
Yes, the truth within the misconceptions.
Countless are wrongly dead.
Our pockets smell of death.
Giving the riches to the select few,
So we may rid of these 'terrorists'.
A blessed nation wonders what else to do?
The world watches as this royal country lies with more lies.
I came face to face with your God's darkened grin,
And stared right back at the secret government, posing as him.
You can't tell me different, war is the ultimate sin.
Trained inside the red, white and blue.
Guess that's what you're born to do.
Arrangements made by believing men,
Bypass those looking beyond religion.
Supporting weapons as we destruct a country.
Mass destruction, we love our country.
You admire the way criminal men,
Light up those smoky, chemical skies.
I can't imagine why, you strive to get those bombs to fly.
Maybe it's the 'American fries'.
This country is blessed a little too much.
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i love the way u get "trasformed" in your poems
you change your writting style and your themes!
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
I rewrote it to flow a bit better and added a punch at the end.
For some reason it didn't seem right until I did this.
If anyone here wonders 'where I get off' writing something like this, I suggest you get the hell away from mainstream media and visit http://www.fstv.org. And if you have the Dish network, turn it to channel 9415!