For my twenty-first birthday, I got a sticker of democracy slapped onto my back
When I could legally make decisions whilst craddling Christ’s blood in a flask
To forget the sights at eighteen when I was too young to decide
But old enough to die For a country that only cares if my veins are either red or blue
Not knowing that our flag displays a mixture of the two

I quickly learned that God and Satan just want the same thing:
Power poorly seasoned by an agenda
Pinned as a
Set of beliefs they say they would be martyred for
Devouring portions of the American Dream
Brewed in a factory of a melting disease
Called poverty,
The backbone of American society

We create walls to preserve our purity
Not acknowledging the hypocrisy
That’s been bred since the moment we claimed ownership of this so-called “Holy Land”
Because in this country, we “kneel for the cross and stand for the pledge”?

Where our saviors sit in Oval Office chairs
Only having power fractioned, so they can’t properly answer our prayers, Wait-
Isn’t God working as a Trinity?
We think those Iraq soldiers found serenity
Coming home a throne
Situated under a highway in a wheelchair all alone
Because they were told that America is the only roof they’ll ever need
And American pride is what their soul feeds on

I only know I exist within this border because of a number balloted
Palleted under the land of the free
A mass parted like the Red Sea
Let my people go
Down to the nearest polling location
Where voting independently is a sign of coward hesitation, so
We flip coins before we cast
For a future woven with lies most die while attempting to adapt