No justice for a year of violence and hatred
The police kneel before the mob
City after city goes up in flames and thievery
While the news tells them it's okay to rob
A cop kneels down on a druggie's neck
A legal hold, nonlethal
The stupid bastard becomes a god in their eyes
While the cop is branded as evil
Criticizing violence, criticizing destruction
Criticizing anyone who's black
This is White supremacy they say,
You deserve to get shot in the back
And then election day is finally here
It's not a hard choice
But when the people all fall asleep
They took away our voice
Dead men cannot vote, but software can be hacked
Simple facts are branded as heresy
The people who doubted and questioned are now confident
"We can't elect a fascist, you see!"
But what is more fascist than this?
Openly rigging the vote?
Our forefathers did not fight and die for this
These rulers see us as a joke
We let our voices ring in their halls, to show them who's in charge
They made excuses for the blacks
But when it comes to Whites, it turns out they sing a different tune
They scream and cry alack
Your job, your home, your livelihood
Are all expendable
But when the politicians who send your sons to war are threatened,
They throw you into hell
The political prisoners still languish there, beaten and tortured daily
While murderers walk free, in prison they lie
But a day is coming when they WILL be freed
And you bastards will hear Freedom's Cry.
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Freedom's Cry
Non-FictionThe January 6 prisoners did nothing wrong, and have been imprisoned under false pretenses. They face beatings, torture, and even sexual humiliation in federal prison. 35 Republican traitors voted to throw even more people into jail with them. Let t...
