My country has murdered my patriotic heart
Simple minded populus just don't understand.
They'll stop at nothing to gain wealth and power
Killing the very people that make their left hand.
Building a nation upon Christian daydreams,
Macabre deeds derived from the core of evil
Hypothetically speaking of harmonial freedom;
Freedom is not free, merely a credit of good wil
What will you do? How did you decide?
My country has murdered my patriotic heart.
I hail not from this place, I am simply another face
Representing an example of Jehovah's grace
Human, flesh and bone, a figment of life
Independantly strong, for I stand solo at the gate
I rebuke anyone else who tries to control my fate.
My country has murdered my patriotic heart
When I noticed I was not like them.
Where so much funding goes lost,
Amibition is wasted with people working the system
The nation allows it, at the taxpayer's cost.
Where black on black crime goes unresolved
Because it gives more power to the powerful,
While the underinsured get no help- population control
"Let less of you poor folk, live to grow old."
My patriotic heart has bleed to death when
I realized that our freedom is an act of mockery.
Two hands stuck in the mud, is our society.
The overall state of our country sees
That my patriotic heart never fails to bleed.
Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2011
