Who You Are

Hospital scrubs with bullseyes painted on their chests

Officers incognito ashamed of wearing formal dress

Politicians pushing poison outside of their specialization

Order-followers one-and-all continue to destroy our nation

 

Teacher’s pets following the program until the bitter end

Livestock lining up at rodeos to take the jab again

Children used as pin-cushions all for corporate gain

While the rest of their short lives will never be the same

 

Hospital helpers with long guns

Take the shot or no treatment to come

You’re not allowed no horse paste here

It’s the ventilator and Remdesivir

 

Hold down Grandma so she can get the vaccine

We don’t just want her heard but also want her seen 

She’s no longer in her right mind to reject the miracle shot

But sadly three-weeks later Grandma died of blood clots

 

She was old anyway so don’t take too long to grieve

At least now all her grandchildren are rolling up their sleeves

Seems the final diagnosis was really COVID at the end

It’s good to know she suffered less as they pushed the needle in

 

All institutions are corrupted filled with sycophants and hell spawn

That will soon gain full compliance when the good ones are all gone

Battle lines taking shape between slaves and the free

No more sitting on the fence as they will never let us be

 

Whatever tyranny protection you have acquired throughout the years

Should be held in preparation for this unending trail of tears

All the things once held in value scattered throughout your place

No longer hold a candle to what’s locked inside your safe

 

Your methods of defiance were never up to me

Nor mine to you

But I wish for you above all else who follow your own star

To thine own self be true

 

And leave this life as who you are