Walking down the sidewalk
in my little town today,
I spotted a coward
who looked the other way.
He had hired me once
to do him a job;
asked for my slave number
so my wages he could rob;
But not for himself you see,
or so he believes,
it is for his task master he would say;
but with kinder gentler words
in a politically correct way,
refusing to acknowledge
his collusion with the man
to extort my performance
under the tyranny of the land.
I refused his request,
he hasn’t hired me since,
now the word’s around town
about my radical non-sense;
about my refusal to cooperate
with America’s demise,
by paying homage
to an administration in disguise,
a de facto monarch
who rules the unwise.
Fear rules the day
while the cities and the streets,
are cluttered with the fallout
of a government in breach
of its agreement with the people
to serve and protect
the People of God
who perpetually reject
the kingdom their fathers
did so carefully erect;
and so now we live
unable to correct
the demise of America
because of our stiff necks;
which is really but a reflection
of a people in chains
because of our rebellion
to the truth it seems
we prefer perception
delusion and dreams;
but one day we will awaken
after much suffering and pain,
from our stupor filled sleep
wherein we choose to remain,
and come finally to the knowledge
that is ours to keep,
that we are the children of God
the Creator of all
our Father our protector
who started it all,
who guides us to the light
when we finally forsake all,
to find him who will restore
but only after we fall,
after we finally turn
to find the way the truth and the light,
in a way that I continuously hope we just might,
so we may come out of this dark night.
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