Wish that this country truly equal
And not so awesomely unilateral
But I guess that within decades of parol
Everything is considered an uphill battle
Aims of decency, and feeble regard
Within certain instances, and genres
To a degree, all has got to be hard
Every label, and all concise inadequacies
The finite minds, that make
the rules, for those that reticule
Just to leave you like a fool
Again who is so obviously clear?
What is to free us from a chaotic world
The reprimands issued by a silent majority
And by world powered sovereignties
Pondering the fact, of being so grandiose
The rules regulated from coast to coast
Those that do cultivate a power
To seize all of the lot’s mind sets
Making it so clear to scheme for greed
Treason for the lack of a better word
We find it guilty of conspiracy to adhere
The wants and demands of a people
That have solely been unequaled
Thoughts are almost are untenable
Down right uncontrollable
Just to uneasy to bear
To witness a past genocide of a people
Laws makers are unbelievable
Find it misconstrued
To use you and I for their own fisticuffs
No weapons of a mass
Just another allotment for Bush’s cash