State of the Union
Sad, sad, that indeed
our country ruined, heard of William Tweed?
They line their pockets with perks and loot,
drive fancy limos, wear fancy suits.
Tax paid vacations, to places exotic,
don't give a hoot, cast ballots toxic.
Constitution be damned, for One World they seek.
Rothschilds, Bildebergers, sacred Document tweaked.
Casting their votes on matters urgent,
their goal, to twist Forefather's intent.
Wont be long 'fore fateful day
Foreign tanks roving this land once free,
Your faith will they obliterate,
one religion, of the State.
In this land once ours, you'll have no say.
Sad, sad, 'tis indeed, for this great land they pledged away.
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