Oath of the Dispossessed

The point of your knife would be a relief,
To save me the sadness of life, who's a thief;
Promises roses, and then gives us weeds;
In hearts they put hoses, and then watch us bleed.

I pledge allegiance to the land
Where dreams are dismembered, now take my hand..

The end of your gun would just cap the pain,
In beds of oppression, where we have lain:
There's safety in numbers, unless they have rifles;
They'll pick us off; ripe tomatoes, just trifles.

I pledge allegiance to the land
Where dreams are dismembered, now take my hand..

Some poison might do it, or maybe a hatchet,
The type which would shut down this pyramid racket;
This dream, though deferred, has no prize left to offer,
So hurry up please; close the lid on my coffin.

I pledge allegiance to the land
Where dreams are dismembered,
and for which it stands..