Land of the Thieves, Home of the Slaves

Welcome,

To our beloved homeland,

two nations, two colors, under fraud

easily divisible, with media misery, 

and justice for few

Welcome to the land of the thieves, the home of the slaves,

where you are a criminal for keeping what you earn,

you are a criminal for speaking what you feel,

you commit crimes, if you, like castro,

refuse to tow our line

Welcome to the land of the blind, and the home of the graves,

where pretty faces litter shiny vision boxes like bloody graffitti

bloody thieves with red hands and full pockets, yours empty

they claim “god sent me”,

while your bread is stolen, accept it serf

Welcome to the land where others bleed, for our homes, depraved

Your domecile sitting atop skull dust and dried marrow,

no more pleasantries for the natives,

And what you own, is not really yours

and you are no one,

deserve no status,

if your afflattus reads: Ive tried, ive cried, ive strived, ive plied, ive belied, and i am nothing, but really poor

Welcome to the home of the moral diseased, singing the chorus of thieves, through loud speakers, to proud tweakers,

believing those with skin brown, are weaker,

while your commerciallay stained dreams are bleaker,

Welcome to the land of the imprisoned, and the home of the gracious,

you praise the lord in buildings, but turn your back on the salacious,

homeless heroes are dead, except to the cement and mice,

all because you spit on him, when he returned, forever spurned,

you’ll never learn, forever cemented to fiat vice

I don’t see freedom in bondage,

i don’t see treaties still true,

except that when you make colossal mistakes, you see it through

That is ultra-blindness, like a farmer left swineless

and the criminals that bond you remain falsley sheltered and spineless