The Con

Which broken promise will get you to turn?
You keep buying into his constant lies
While America continues to burn,
And our international standing dies.
It’s not like his old jokes are getting new;
They just distract you from his blundering,
And the only thing he knows how to do
Is to inspire with his complaining.
For his imagined media witch hunts
That do nothing but uncover the proof,
All he really gives are sniveling grunts
Because the snowflake can’t handle the truth.
History will not be kind to this man,
But do not go down with him if you can.

Insurrection

Are you ready for our revolution?
‘Cuz we are comin’ with our wife-beaters,
And flags bearing forgotten solutions.
Look at our ideology’s features,
And accept them as what should be believed.
We’ll open your eyes to hypocrisy,
And in the end, you all will be relieved
That we have shown you what you could not see.
Do not talk to me about what is true
Because all those facts cover up the lies.
It is more about what you wish you knew
As you sit back and watch how the truth dies.
Peace is over. It is time for combat,
So I will yell, “Where are my soldiers at?”

The River Jordan

I dreamt last night of the River Jordan,
And being there I’d finally found peace.
Being on its banks went against the plan,
But when time is something we only lease,
We have to make the most of what’s given.
If we have been sold on a new future,
But the lie is what we have been livin’,
We should not give into the indenture.
I may have to cross over the border,
Embracing the life of a refugee,
To live in a land free of disorder
That allows the chance for me to be me.
I will sink my toes deeper in the mud
Waiting to engage in this river’s flood.