jailers

Damn!
This country bleeds red
And that's because of them
Them government
Mischievous men
Clueless men
Colonial-minded men
Men who dwell
at the devil's den
Men whose pen
are meant to repel
Anything that's shred
at the edge of well
Men with animalistic gem
Yea; they're also rare
Men with sheep-like sense
Telling us men
Every now and then
To keep mute instead
Should we keep laying on this ruthless bed?
Till the clock ticks to twelve
The green part is already teared
Are we gonna keep saying all is well
Till the white turns to red

Dude
Aren't you angry too
At them fools
I guess it's just me
Who doesn't agree
With the governmental ideals
Of those exorcist
I'd call them political terrorist
Invaders
Enslavers
Tainters
Fakers
Haters
Who claim to be bravers
devil's gladiators
dream breakers
dictators
destiny rapers
Heart quakers
Nondemocratic wailers
Jailers
Who tends to detain us
Chain and claim us
Like we're words on their papers
And anytime they want; they can erase us