Big Brother.
The fabrications of hypocrisy
Lay the tracks for a corrupted democracy
Inner workings of the aristocracy
Here by slaves to the so called meritocracy
Shh, Big Brother is watching me.
So the Falsehoods thicken
As it is written… in blood
Lost loved ones… in God we trust
And so we must
Buy into the dubious claims
In order to Gain
Maintain
And Sustain
The pure mind of the child cries out in pain.
No where to turn
As futures burn
We learn,
Take every day in stride
As we pride “America”
Yet hide the country inside.
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