The Protocols

 

Rewarded for compliance

Punished for authenticity 

The muck and mire at the top

Destroys entire countries

We’re sorry to inform you

That you can’t bring food/supplies

The protocols they sold us

We don’t care who lives or dies

We can’t have you helping others

But we’re out of FEMA funds

Our budget for post-hurricane

Was spent on bombs and guns

We know there’s people drowning

And dying from bad drink

But we’ve been trained for killing

It’s our trick to take your treats

All the good has been forsaken

For not rolling up its sleeve

Of what’s left they serve the protocols

Enough to make a nation grieve