Trojan Horse
Romanced by
Plutarch's' finest,
"Audacity of
hope"
won't clothe the
nude,
warm the frigid
nights,
a leader without
might,
white flag, no
fight.
You preach peace as
you rape
prosperity as you
steal
freedom, as you
kill.
Faceless words by
mighty men
behind closed
doors, a master plan,
horde it all as we
go without,
Macchivellian dream
without a doubt.
"Professional
Citizen"
You cling to the
flag
for have nothing
left
honoring a pact,
only you made.
Dogma...tradition...fester
with age
walled in from
outside, Xenophobe rage
reactionary,
feudalist dreams
all of you phony
libertines!
The Idiot Box
Our mission
statement please?
Divide, Distract,
Deceive!
You yell, I point
virtue to vice
hero to zero
From fiction to
fact
the truth abstract
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