Land of the Free
Staring on with empty sight,
our eyes can See, but they are blind.
We praise the Virtues of our Might,
and end the Freedom of our Mind.
Our hippocritic creed
gives in to Vanity.
Are we really truly Freed?
Descending to Insanity.
Giving in to Avarice,
Driving forward empty Lies,
Fueling Flames of Hate and Vice,
the Flaming, falling deadly skies.
Our mind implodes until we see
past superficiality.
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2009
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