Undercover

Dear America

Thanks for taking my past

Thanks for selling my future

For army pads

Thanks for reinforcing tanks

Thanks for dropping bombs

Making us think

How will we stop this quam

It’s easy for you to start a war

As always we have to settle the score

Your arteries grow fat pockets stuffed with cash

I suppose you did not see the ashes of flags

There is a drain for evil for even countries too

The ones which preach freedom

Enslaving the youth

Dear corporate America soon is your fall

If Marxist ideas don’t resound through your halls

I mean this a warning not confirmed fate

As for government well we all know of Watergate

Aide the people now or more you shall suffer

For the free ones are free

Sitting quite under cover.

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