The Politically Corrupt

blood covers my body
wounded by the bounty of night
beings rise from ashes
walking amongst the living dead
pitchforks and torches
burning women at the stake
for their supposed love
of black cats and witchcraft

how we cower in the corner
possessed by the fear
of what is unknown
superstition and folklore
first to turn the finger
away from ourselves
put someone else in the hot seat
just to be able to look in the mirror

these twisted individuals
can't cope with imperfection
so they kill the innocent
to feel better about themselves
nothing has changed
the past full of examples
yet we've learned nothing
and the trend continues today

if i must die for what i say
then kill me if you dare
my words are beyond time
therefore my legacy is forever
rally the troops of terror
i stand alone one man
i'll sacrifice myself for the better
if it brings forth new life

when i'm gone don't cry
live for the cause
freedom of choice
the power of your voice
destiny lies in each of us
a brotherhood of poets
can defeat the mindless army
of the politically corrupt