bowwing333

Seven hears color and Five sees not / Thirteen was marked before Twelve forgot // Ask How, Five answer, but Six discover mound / The betrayer, shunned, Eleven foreve bound // One became Two and Three became One / When Six becomes sweet, Eight becomes fun // Two eyes from below may be Four from above / All Nine have passed, in fright of the dove. // Through sickness and health, in riches, in Zeros / Hate murders all Three, still Two leave heroes // A child at Thirty One, already grown by Thirteen / Let One's Sacrifice for all, Love's only Son, be seen.

My country, 'tis of thee, land of hypocrisy of thee I sing: land where world freedom died, land of oligarchic pride, refuse on the holy mountainside, self-worshipping! Non-native country, flee, citizenship in mockery, in hate thee love. They love oil, debt, ill=will, sex traffic on Capitol Hill, spy satellites, chemical spills, police shoot and shove. Fighting over planting trees, while Monsanto kills the bees; accountability gone. Let us now come awake, propaganda minds, they bake virus fear, forced vaccine, "Must take!" It won't be long! Losing sense of rights and wrongs, in our ways and in our songs; attack the faith. Soon there will be hell to pay, when comes our Judgement Day; Don't give an inch, hold fast to love and pray! Look to the Eighth!