Land Of The Free? Poem by Michael Lampp

Im so mad, I just wanna stand up and fight.
What do you do in a country that strips you of all your rights?
Like living in hell, nothing but a hot mess.
You threaten jail, and tell me not to protest?
You act like I'm a terrorist, living on my own soil.
It wasn't me, George W. Bush traded american blood for oil.
He made empty promises, and filled us up with hope.
Then took us to war, and blew us up like a line of coke.