America is at war with
Itself. Street upon
Street they protest and
How. Living in tents off the
Food others give, sleeping
Like beggars they band
Together to fight injustice.
America is at war with
Itself. The people line
The streets leading to the
Corrupt offices of the bankers
That looted its coffers for
Sport. The world’s coffers
Too. While the masses stand
Up to right the wrong.
American marches
Through the streets in peace.
While authority takes over
In crash gear to save a few
Decrepit misers sitting in high
Office. Money rules.
But there’s not much left
After they stole it all for
Themselves.
America is at war in
Peaceful protest. Yet not to
Those in higher office that
Want the status quo to prevail.
Money for the rich
Dirt off the street for the people.
America is at war with
Itself. And the soul of the
Nation bleeds on the streets.
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