Terrorist On Profile Poem by Jordan Legaspi

And I heard it wrongly.
He, white man from the north
On his arms banner of democracy
contoured and painted in red
Marching on the sand
rushing to build the empire, clothe-
With justice of the corpse
whose rotten soul of the undead;
They spoke of freedom.
He, the other rider identified pale man
Who rode after them on Eden
to reap Adam and Eve breast
Armored with promises
but terror inside of Uncle Sam
From ages tamed,
but time had change from the fall of the reds.
He turns to a beast;
Taking blood and eating flesh:
become the living bone and soon to be
Door of new age
the birth of hate, their vengeance
Of the nobles who holds the key
of freedom against the free
Of the commoners who grasp the truth
hidden behind their crimes;
Of He, a white man
champion of twisted stories covered with Liberty
Whose book crack and so old
yet painted with white and gold
to hide the ugly Lady