Revolutions
Round and round, around we go
Another speech, another show
Lies, half truths, exaggerations
Blue blooded cowboys toppling nations
Drunk with power, blind to the past
Corrupted by greed, right down to the last
"We fight for a people, they yearn to be free"
So clearly untrue, I must disagree
So righteous, so noble. Protecting the weak
Black blood of the earth is all that they seek
With such words I'm a "traitor", They're quick to condemn
Destroying our nation, the traitors are them
We try to have faith, though they've taken our voice
What good is a vote, when given no choice
Now our people divided, our country is torn
When hope is forgotten, revolutions are born.
Copyright © Joe Inka | Year Posted 2006
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