Uncle Sam

How can you blanket our children with your lies?
Unspeakable atrocities that you blind from our eyes.
Your victim the innocent, that bare your injustice.
The meaning of freedom, corrupted by malice.
Blood for Oil
Democracy is Dead
Feeding off the lost, searching for a home,
You send our children to your war.
Fighting for a cause, that is not my own,
I've become less that human.
Gunshot, to the head, painting the walls red.