Gideon Soldiers
Written by: Wilfred Mellers August 10,2015
I live in a prison of my own design
I attend the church of the poisoned mind
Misunderstood, misinformed, misrepresented, and undereducated
Our culture adored yet we're still hated
Mind control is the source of your religion
Infiltration bent you sent a stool pigeon
Considered half a man and still a child
A feral dog and a beast still wild
To our faces, you wear your plastic smile
Out of your mouths spews words so vile
Hide the truth from the youth
Baptized in lies our ancestor's cries
Often overlooked and mistook as a criminal
Television subversive messages subliminal
Caught up in a system of perpetual poverty
Freed to live in economic slavery
Branded, beaten into submission
Forced and divorced by circumcision
Refused and abuse by those sworn to protect
Liverish impoverish to face neglect
Called hoodlums and thieves yet they stole us
Battered and bruised made to sit at the back of the bus
100 million natives slaughtered but you say we are violent
Assassinated our heroes to keep them silent
History whitewashed to its own end
To fight for your rights in wars us you send
Your money to us you won't lend
Not a penny to keep us alive you'll spend
Here are words to those wise
They'll come a day our rights we'll exercise
For the world, we've held up on our shoulders
Off to war the Gideon soldiers
Noble the cause of our cleaning quest
Standing up for those who are oppressed
Those who are so monetarily obsessed
Truly by demons, your are possessed
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