Land of My Father

Land where my fathers died, but was it all in vain, I'm sure the ones before me cried, When they call his name... Some still say we've come so far, But man I beg to differ, The games the same the rules have changed, Just penalties much stiffer... This house of cards they built with bars, Are built on the foundation, That if you build it they will come, To seek incarceration... So the numbered ones who lack the sum, Will forget the taste of freedom, And glamourize they they've become, All the reasons we don't need them...