Forget all history it didn't happen that way
That is what they
say
No one ever owned
you we were all naturally free
That is what they
believe
Even when you were
borne here your still from a different land
But they say you’re
not really a man
Manipulation of
history
It is meant to
deceive
Just so they can
take everything
Why do we pray
for innocent blood spilt on guilty ground
If a mother's
cries are not heard did it really make a sound
Blamed for being
a victim and the punishment is death
How did we get
here when it is the past we forget
Manipulation of
justice
In peace we will
march
They will call it
society's destruction
You accomplish so
much but it isn't enough
Even if you’re a
leader of the free world it is tough
The good that you
do to them it is the worst you could do
But when they
talk about it they sound so foolish
Manipulation of
lies
With their
pointed muzzle and bushy tail
Make you into the
worst kind of believer
The preacher will
say the one up high wants me to have all the gold
The congregation
will pay him till their poor
Without any food
for the soul
He'll say the
proof is in the good book
They will believe
even when he doesn't know
Manipulation of
souls
One day he might
burn or just left out in the cold
To know what it
is like to be alone
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
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