America.... Revolution, Or The Fall!

E Eric Cockrell Eric Cockrell
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America, America, your pale skinned death testifies! the cross of your democracy laid down, the blood on your hands names your guilt. your bodies laid in soldiers' graves, strewn across your planted fields. while wild fires rage, and your tenements boil, as your children march to death. the poverty of indifference, strikes the bell that cannot ring. while the wealthy drink the blood of your disembodied men. and your hallowed god turns his face, disgusted by what he's seen. blood sacrifices on your borders, blood sacrifices in your mills. your families driven from their homes, while your prisons turn the wheel. and the hungry walk your streets wearing familiar shoes. the haunting cry of liberty, rattles against your walls. while justice is bought and sold in your sacred halls! and the colors of eguality, bleed into your angry streets. your schools struck numb by propaganda's thumb, your daughters sold like meat. America, America, revolution, or the fall!

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