The Ungrateful Dead
Oh say can you see the land of the freebie
and the home of the ungrateful bleating
where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps
to the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved..
Stars and stripes replaced by the heartless-shooting blanks
where elitist stick shanks into the faith of good people
who're deemed racist for standing for a starry banner.. disgraced-
The trinity was tossed long ago into cancel culture canyon
were last seen thumbing it down route 666 in a flash flood
as the cultists put another bullet in honest Abe's head
while looters and rioters and cop killers were martyred
working class stiffs were slit open- bled out from either end...
into the collection plate of the jackass-fascist and Uncle Sham...
where goodness was woven into the fabric of evil and mayhem
upon burning looms of crooked buffoons and bull horn goons...
in the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful dead-
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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