Fire and Blood

Plastic plates cannot placate for robbing people of their place

Their land their mule too long a wait these promises we all forsake

It's time we must retaliate or watch the last waves of time recede

While president's sip from porcelain cups play petty games with lives and trust

We work all day for a couple bucks just until we have enough

To waste our minds with booze and lust and all the rest the signs say we need

To fill the fear without a thought no questions in this hell we wrought

Jumbled words from souls begot forgotten flowers forsake me nots

Chrysanthemums for souls to rot pick the stems and let us feed