Merica
What I think of its past I will not say
I'm only concerned with what happens today.
The American dream it is a lie
For the wealthy your soldiers will die.
There is no freedom only oil and gold
This is the truth that needs to be told.
The stars and stripes you hide behind
A caring heart is hard to find.
You think your country is in control
Yet to the Banksters you pay your toll.
A playground for the rich America you are
Revolt now before you go to far.
One or two family's have pulled the strings from the beginning
They made it possible for you all to be sinning.
To the devil you have sold your souls
While stuffing your faces from extra large bowls.
You claim to be the leader of democracy
Aww why can't you see the hypocrisy.
Fighting peoples freedoms all over the earth
Killing their leaders and stealing their turf.
Your leaders won't allow the truth to be heard
Your just sheep, now get back in your herd.
Babylon America I will call
The world is waiting for your fall.
Copyright © Bleddyn Pullen | Year Posted 2017
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