Liar, Liar, Bums On Fire Poem by Daniel McCann

We act like things changed for the best
history's wore itself out, we can rest
they cover up truth they think we forget
color of blood is the color of debt
sound of a gun is the sound of war
streets of blood from governments law
his tears are from what his mother saw
poluted propaganda, full of hugs
mr thug we'll sell you drugs
put you in a cell, everyone loves
to see handcuffs round guys from hoods
it rains round here so we put them up
fingers show we still have bows
you try to tie us up we shoot arrows
you take him away thats how it goes
we keep eating lies they feed us
its not right to say they don't need us
whatever we say they won't believe us
we keep on doing as we're told, we must
we are lied to by the leaders we trust.