Tyranny's Flag

Justice flies a flag.

Freedom does the same.

But when tyranny flies a flag,

It's just a game.

Follow the Trump flag, if you will—

Follow it, if you're a fool.

That banner of tyranny will have your allegiance

If your eyes are covered with wool.

Couch Wins

Couch wins—
Always does.
Pizza and Doritos,
And Heineken for a buzz.

Our man sits there on the couch,
Watching a sex-dripping show.
Where do you think his life's going—
Where do you think it will go?

He sits there in the night,
Crumbs and spilled beer staining the cushions of the couch.
And he becomes the definition
Of a person who's a slouch.

Only For Those Born Upon Our Sands

Are America's freedoms only for Americans—
Those born upon our sands?
When others come begging,
Do we slap them away with our backhands?

The freedoms of our nation—
Not for one and all?
Not for those from foreign countries—
Not for them at all?

“You have no right to freedom
When you reach our shores.
You're only free to go back home—
We'll deport you by the scores.”

Freedom, freedom, freedom...
Isn't for those coming from abroad.
Freedom is only for us—
We won't give you that nod.

The Rights of the Rich

The rights of the rich,

The rights of billionaire barons,

Are nothing about giving,

And nothing about sharing.

The rights of the rich

Are to keep all the money.

They earned it—they keep it,

They keep all the sweet honey.

Don’t tax them. Don’t charge them.

Don’t lean on their wealth.

The only welfare they’re concerned with

Is their own jolly good health.

American Cattle

Cattle drive—
Keep all the cattle in line.
Don't let any get away.
Get them all to the slaughterhouse—
Don't let any of them stray.

These are American cows;
They are all me and you.
And we're headed for the slaughterhouse
Before the day is through.