I pledge allegiance to the ones
who are slaughtering other people's sons
in the name of justice, peace, and hope.
That's not a whip, it's just a rope
which might hang those who disagree
with freedom and equality.
(But you did not hear that from me.)
I dreamed that my family moved to a place
that was populated by a different race
and for some strange reason they took the cause
of all the natives and all their gods.
And a man spoke to the masses and said,
"There's a new threat end we need them dead."
So we did our job and then moved on
in the name of leaders who did no wrong.
When does it become okay
to take somebody's life away,
when a uniformed gun is different than
the one in the hand of a desperate man?
How do rebels from o'er the sea
become our leaders, brave and free
and acts of treason eventually look
like acts of God in the history book?
How can I pledge, and so assist,
ideals I fear do not exist?
Or am I wrong to hold this view
and not see things as others do?