Nation

Nation.... Nation of strong, Nation of power, power of station amongst the strong nation. See out from your ivory tower, as you see the stones fall hour after hour. Your race screams out in pain grasping for the paper of all the precious metals you hold. look down from your ivory tower, blinders still on, nothing is wrong, documentaries on how to eat garbage, oh have another feast at our expense, as the strong nations all meet because of the power of station to feast with their blinders on. Give us your huddled mass's and all of your poor, looking down from your tower lots more to ignore. But as those blinders are held fast to your eyes, your own ivory tower it's foundation now cracked, out coming in it's a matter of fact. Pulling up from the rubble the weeds you ignore, looking for holes in and around your own front door. Nation of strong, power of station, all is fine with the state of the nation. Looking up at your tower as you look down, you with your blinders on, me on the ground. We hold on for scraps you throw at our feet, thinking that everything is rosy and sweet. But as all the water now covers our heads, it's only then we realize it's false promises we are fed. One for one, none for all, now it's your ivory tower that's ready to fall. Held up only by those few that you still have fooled, all putting on blinders as they go to their beds, they won't realize any thing until their all dead.