I pledge allegiance to a song sold to us since we could remember. A nation under godless companies that leave us in debt. Divisible by constraint and injustice held by the monsters of the law.These are the monsters that call themselves people just as they dare calling themselves pro-life after causing the death of their sixteen year old daughter because she was physically born a he. These are the people who obsess and control with a word call GOD. They force feed you cruel words while trying to wash your brain with the pages of a holy scripture. How is it holy when it’s touched by tainted hands.They are the ones who laugh saying they can breathe! They’re vigorously doing jazz hands while we scream DON’T SHOOT! REMEMBER WE HAVE RIGHTS! We once stood united as a hole tore through the fabric of this nation. But when it’s all coming apart from the seems there is, barely anyone to be seen. Maybe it’s because forces are against us. The media controls us, feeds us what the government’s told what we want. The government watches us, disregards us, and gives the people what they want. Politicians are puppets played by demons. Demons selling contracts to godless companies who enslave underprivileged minorities like us. WE ARE EQUAL! Assassins send to activists silently silencing them for good, and our words remain overlooked. But our generation fights with swords and shields named monitor and key so that this tragedy remains anything but small. So that our words come out, and the truth is unveiled. So that all this mystery is brought out as prominent history. WE WERE MEANT TO BE THE LAND OF THE FREE! However, the constant cycles of repetition, consistent phrases, subconscious sibilance enforced by systems, simply sucking our souls from us. Burying the truth. It’s as they say, the pen is mightier than the sword, scribbles on paper passed with green cloth conceal our fate, and from day today we lose our way. Led astray in their favour. Only taught to never question, never ask, just hold your tongue, and know; we were never free. BUT YOU SEE SHE OUR HOME! Though she's torn by capitalistic behemoths and religious monstrosities, we could flee, yet we choose to be bound by the shackles of our society. Society oppresses us, and it doesn't care that this nation was built up on corpses, yet people turn their eyes, as they refuse to see the fresh cadavers continuing to clutter our streets. When these streets don't meet their standard the send hope. The kicker is that there isn’t any when the officers throw you to the back of the van without strapping you in! Then they hang you to rot inside the wolves’ den, forging the pen. But my dear baby boy ben, we will never forget.Though our tongues are nipped and tucked away between our lips. Our ears can hear, our minds are open, the blinds that fold over our eyes can see some of the light. Justice isn’t all that blind. These shackles are loose enough to tie up the noose that swings down from around their necks. We should be told to call upon the tall woman pull those pylons down. Lady liberty, lady lady, help us reclaim what's ours! Because as you see home is where the heart is, and the heartless could go fuck themselves and not the other way around. We have to rebound after they drop us. For we have to show them that WE ARE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! Now we are not the people but we are the true american breed.