Screwed Over

Terror rains,

Drenching and quenching the thirst of power.

Not that it is needed,

Just to feed the federal leech,

Already well blooded.
While arms warehouses fill,

They order good people killed.

When we spoke out on Vietnam,

They took the match to us like Napalm.

When the twins broke up,
They enjoyed the blood,

Guzzling into their hands cupped.

They’re deep inside our children’s heads,

They betrayed us.

They won’t cut us loose,

From their noose.