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Uncle Sam Is Dead (Free verse) by Lenore
And the new Patriotic zombies,
Stood aside
And raised their flags
And did nothing while he died.
Liberty and justice were only for the rich
And not enough cared to bitch,
While blow on blow,
The buckling on the harness chafed.
The sleeping rebels slowly waked.
And they cried;
Nothing but force will restrain
Those to whom might is right!
Where is the force that will suffice?
We are 280 million strong
Yet quietly herded are the throng,
To conform
To the new order;
Global madness
Chaos and sadness
Terror threats abound
Where safety is only found
By the police state that mutates
To dictate and enslave
This road to hell we pave
By blindness and passivity
In our complacent naivety
Caring only for supposed comfort
And material prosperity.
The gentle masses drink and stumble
Pressing on, each in their mundane way,
Fat and happy fed full up
On media run by the corrupt
Living only for today
Oblivious in every way
To the deindustrialisation
And out of control regulation
The ultimate objective
Is our dehumanization
In steady preparations
For increasing mass oppression
In denial and confusion
Weâre sold this grand illusion
While in a state of collusion
Content in our delusion.
This successful induction
By a cult bent on destruction
Born in a closed system of logic
By Authoritarian structure
Refusing to be modified
Except By executive order
Will further open our borders
Leaving due process at the gates
Though true patriots still embrace
And protect the constitution of the United States.
While teaching others of the values espoused therein,
We will not succumb weâll win!
Weâve done it before and weâll do it again
We need only remember our past
When Patrick Henryâs words came to pass-
âThe war is actually begun!
The next gale that sweeps from the north
Will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms!
Our brethren are already in the field!
Why stand we here idle?
What is it that gentlemen wish?
What would they have?
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased
At the price of chains and slavery?
Forbid it, Almighty God!
I know not what course others may take;
But as for me, give me liberty or give me death!â
And so it was that Uncle Sam lay down and died.
His last words carried on a final breath
âGive me Liberty or give me deathâ
The Freedom fighters vowed revenge
Their Uncleâs life they would avenge.
Compelled they were to seek a plan
To save America from âthe manâ.
They called on Johnny to get his gun
But the feds had Johnny on the run.
It didnât matter anyway
Because his RFD tag
Said he was a gay
And by then the constitution had
Blown away and turned to dust,
So there were no militias
To fight for us.
Our only hope was to take up arms
But the ATF blew up our farms.
Now revolution is a fruitless cause
And we can only for a moment pause
And wonder how it came to pass
That the powers of an elephant an ass
Could swallow up our freedoms whole
And no one stopped them while they stole;
The last small shreds of dignity;
Our freedom and our liberty.
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