Jolly Roger

I hate poems, but they can't be stopped

I returned to the city of ambition
which was now a city of tears
and I cried for my city’s condition
where we laughed for hundreds of years

as children we waved as the engine sped by
the firemen always waved back
as adults we were forced to watch them die
with the victims of the attack

the towers exploded with thousands inside
and millions shed tears for their fate
bomb every country where the culprits may hide
and always remember the date

September eleventh and all of its pain
is the cue to launch an attack
the poor people die while the rich people gain
and no one gets anything back

the people who turned mighty towers to dust
are now getting rich from the wars
and no one in power is worthy of trust
as freedom is lost in new laws

rebellion must answer the evil within
and all of their heads need to roll
there’s no peaceful way to pay for this sin
and the poor must exact this toll

the lies we were told which caused us to die
have now been exposed to us all
and united us all in spirited cry
demanding that leaders must fall

some people were bought and some more will be sold
and some people will turn their head
but some will insist that the truth must be told
if lies make them envy the dead

the land of the free and the home of the brave
is the place we all want to live
but silence will turn us all into slaves
of people who never forgive

so stand on the corner and yell through the street
‘til all people know what is true
and never forget the price of defeat
or the end of red white and blue

– Jolly Roger

Anything written by "Jolly Roger" is the property of the resistance movement, and the author hereby gives permission
to anyone who so desires to post, copy, print, distribute, or forward this letter as they see fit. – JR

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