(Part 7)
We, the Needy People, numbering as many as grains of sand
Deserve heroes to defend our rights in our fair land
Listen to the endless foghorn
She beckons a memory of that Bible sworn.
(Part 7)
We, the Needy People, numbering as many as grains of sand
Deserve heroes to defend our rights in our fair land
Listen to the endless foghorn
She beckons a memory of that Bible sworn.
(Part 6)
Defend with hope, with valor, those in need
Or your brothers and sisters will be left to bleed.
In closing, don’t forget whom you serve
Not the mighty, not the powerful, not the greedy…
(Part 6)
Defend with hope, with valor, those in need
Or your brothers and sisters will be left to bleed.
In closing, don’t forget whom you serve
Not the mighty, not the powerful, not the greedy…
(Part 5)
We sit alone, yet we are the Republic
The Rich purchase courts and Congress
We can only assume you have a plan
But continue to delay
To liberate this fair land
We won’t be here, instead, put away
(Part 5)
We sit alone, yet we are the Republic
The Rich purchase courts and Congress
We can only assume you have a plan
But continue to delay
To liberate this fair land
We won’t be here, instead, put away
(Part 4)
Bury the dead, earned rights, friends and neighbors
By hijackers who laugh at misery enabled
You are The Brave, you are The Might, you are The Invincible
You have yet to lift a finger to keep us visible
(Part 4)
Bury the dead, earned rights, friends and neighbors
By hijackers who laugh at misery enabled
You are The Brave, you are The Might, you are The Invincible
You have yet to lift a finger to keep us visible
(Part 3)
Although Generals summoned to endure humiliation
Surprisingly received with silence, no retaliation
Lest hope be knowing that you are the Front Lines
Of removing demons who destroy repressed lives
You are hope, relief
Reasonable accountability has no place in grief
(Part 3)
Although Generals summoned to endure humiliation
Surprisingly received with silence, no retaliation
Lest hope be knowing that you are the Front Lines
Of removing demons who destroy repressed lives
You are hope, relief
Reasonable accountability has no place in grief
Part 2
If only we knew what The Brave were thinking
Lest we hope our Thoughts reach that inkling
Of desperation, hopelessness, sadness
That can alleviate with simple resistance
Nonetheless Brave Ones who dictate
Know the Job to Protect Humble People’s Interest…
Part 2
If only we knew what The Brave were thinking
Lest we hope our Thoughts reach that inkling
Of desperation, hopelessness, sadness
That can alleviate with simple resistance
Nonetheless Brave Ones who dictate
Know the Job to Protect Humble People’s Interest…
Part 3
And not heard only by those who sit on the left.
Our future is clear
Under a cloud of hidden secrets
A place of denial, darkness and evil
We open our eyes to forget our fears
We lean in to listen for the inevitable surprise
That day when all doubt dies.
Part 3
And not heard only by those who sit on the left.
Our future is clear
Under a cloud of hidden secrets
A place of denial, darkness and evil
We open our eyes to forget our fears
We lean in to listen for the inevitable surprise
That day when all doubt dies.
Part 2
Can we abide by the desire to know
For those who need certainty
Of what appears as a show.
We can’t see them
We can’t touch them
We can’t read them
We can’t witness them
But we hear about the escapades
Even if our ears are deaf
We listen to screams of the innocent…
Part 2
Can we abide by the desire to know
For those who need certainty
Of what appears as a show.
We can’t see them
We can’t touch them
We can’t read them
We can’t witness them
But we hear about the escapades
Even if our ears are deaf
We listen to screams of the innocent…
Part 5
Human Rights will longer exist
Freedom belongs to the elite and those who submit
What use will you be, Black Robes, when oppression is said and done
You’ll serve no purpose, so be gone.
Part 5
Human Rights will longer exist
Freedom belongs to the elite and those who submit
What use will you be, Black Robes, when oppression is said and done
You’ll serve no purpose, so be gone.
Part 4
Cowardly acts prevail
Until the Brave step up
Against the corruption
Tearing our great nation apart
Why sellout your institution
For a buck or video proof in a file
Will you be discovered
As one of those pedo—?
Contd…
Part 4
Cowardly acts prevail
Until the Brave step up
Against the corruption
Tearing our great nation apart
Why sellout your institution
For a buck or video proof in a file
Will you be discovered
As one of those pedo—?
Contd…
Part 3
Cowards snatch Our Rights away
Leaving us confused and in disarray
Their future is certain
Their history is written
The tyrant and his robed subjects
Their actions unsuccessfully hidden
Contd…
Part 3
Cowards snatch Our Rights away
Leaving us confused and in disarray
Their future is certain
Their history is written
The tyrant and his robed subjects
Their actions unsuccessfully hidden
Contd…
Part 2
Collectively they confer
Law degree a waste and absurd
We know how they’ll rule
Rights of the Constitution blurred
To steal basic Human Rights
Free Speech among them
Earned history by brave, righteous men
Cont’d
Part 2
Collectively they confer
Law degree a waste and absurd
We know how they’ll rule
Rights of the Constitution blurred
To steal basic Human Rights
Free Speech among them
Earned history by brave, righteous men
Cont’d
Under a cloud of hidden secrets,
A place of denial, darkness and evil
We open our eyes to forget our fears
We lean in to listen for the inevitable surprise
That day when all doubt dies.
Although you hid
We. Know. What. You. Did.
Under a cloud of hidden secrets,
A place of denial, darkness and evil
We open our eyes to forget our fears
We lean in to listen for the inevitable surprise
That day when all doubt dies.
Although you hid
We. Know. What. You. Did.
We can’t see them
We can’t touch them
We can’t read them
We can’t witness them
But we hear about the escapades
Even if our ears are deaf
We listen to screams of the innocent
And not heard only by those who sit on the left. (Cont’d)
We can’t see them
We can’t touch them
We can’t read them
We can’t witness them
But we hear about the escapades
Even if our ears are deaf
We listen to screams of the innocent
And not heard only by those who sit on the left. (Cont’d)