4th of July 2

The people sit and sip Starbucks while patiently waiting.                                          Clueless like cattle to the slaughter the creation of a zombie nation.                                                Just another slave behind your beliefs.                                                                                                 Keep in hand your kneepads for your bloody knees.                                                            Killing your freedom as they barge thru the door.                                                                 Offering them my rifle as their bodies hit the floor.                                                                  Deaf to their lies cause they fable every solution.                                                                The bodies will hit the floor cause I'm sensing a revolution.                                                            Lots of blood, sweat, and tears like once before.                                                                   Freedom is something to be cherished and worth fighting to the death for.