Moth Piss
This virus eats through our spirit clothes
has exposed our "leaders'" truest soul.
The ones we elected for the simple task
The ones that now refuse to work for the working man.
One side wants to exile us off to virus island.
Include Puff Adder seasoning into the panic recipe.
Shut down everything to tank the economy.
Make great strides politically speaking
Stroke the people's feathers and smile
Play their broken mind strings in the light
Then shank them on the sly...
The other side
wants us to go about our business
to save the green-backed bull
at the expense of a million lives.
The virus just rides the breeze-laughing
Chairman Xi is smiling
As he culls his oppressed and desperate herd.
That never had a voice.
Xi wishes to temper trump tariffs
prefers the donkey over the elephant.
He's "Biden" his time.
wants to trim 45 stars from our flag
and paint the rest yellow over red...
While terrorists are taking notice.
Thinking they have the perfect potion.
To turn our freedoms into chum
Turn our drinking water into blood
Cover our heads in wicked ideology.
They're wrong; America has great resolve
Will come out of this COVID cave even stronger,
We've done it countless times before.
These hate moths will never stop trying.
To cover up our light.
Eat the fabric of our souls.
Point their little pricks in our direction
Sprinkle misery dust onto our God.
God, help them, for they do not know.
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