The Iron Fist

Socialism is the new ball and chain for ladies.

Pressing down on me

It won’t let me be

It demands I obey

And it don’t play

Jab or job

It intends to rob me

From being free

To govern my body

With attitude so haughty

“My body my choice”

Has lost its voice

Hidin’ from Biden

The fence-ridin’

Fire at will

Shoot to kill

Not with bullets but chemicals

Handcuffed hands of a prisoner behind the bars of a prison with orange clothes – Crispy desaturated dramatic filtered look

By not only bullies but criminals

Be vaxxed or be taxed

A fine for decline

They’re drunk on power

With eyes that glower

Gates, Soros, and Schwab

Those evil blobs

Freedoms they rob

Their complemplation

Is depopolation

Prisoners of a Strange War

Eighteen months our hearts have been on lockdown,

It’s past time for a takedown,

Of the powers that be.

 

Eighteen months people have been self-loathing,

Induced by shepherds in sheep’s clothing,

Bringing in tyranny.

 

These so-called shepherds wanna empty our cup,

We can either put up or shut up,

Do we want to stay free?

We’re all prisoners of this strange war,

Declared by a cabal of control freaks and power whores,

They’re coming for our children,

Got vile plans for our brethren

They’re masters of destruction,

Partakers of corruption,

Sowers of misery, hatred, and evil,

Puffed up minions of the devil,

With God on our side and truth we can use,

This strange war is a war they’re gonna lose.

A computer whiz posing as a doctor,

In this worldwide test, he is the proctor,

How it ends we don’t know.

 

He’s only a snake oil salesman,

With billions as his talisman,

Tell him to let the people go.

 

A 91-year-old former Nazi sellout took

Wall-Street by hook and crook

Bribes elected officials to sow division

By past experience, he knows the playbook

And along with the CEO of Facebook

Against truth speakers, uses derision.

 

Demanding censorship and our silence

Their hearts craving violence

Against the successful, happy, and free.

 

If we all stick together, this could be our finest hour.

We can take back our collective power

And make a better world for you and me.

But with untouchable impunity

They seek to destroy our unity

And sow sorrow and strife.

 

Megalomaniacs drunk on their power

In their basements and bunkers they cower

Seeking to destroy our way of life

 

With the infamous backroom deal

Our collective voices they steal

They cut us with the invisible knife

Young brunette woman wearing white sweater gagged and tied with duct tape around wrists, facing camera, hostage concept.

We’re all prisoners of this strange war,

Declared by a cabal of control freaks and power whores,

They’re coming for our children,

Got vile plans for our brethren

They’re masters of destruction,

Partakers of corruption,

Sowers of misery, hatred, and evil,

Puffed up, arrogant minions of the devil,

With God on our side and truth we can use,

This strange war is a war they’re gonna lose.

Flying monkeys, lackeys, drones and sheep,

Patsies and useful idiots who are still asleep,

Sow division and hate.

 

To keep the master’s hands clean they do the dirty work,

They burn, loot, murder, causing a world of hurt,

While in a psychotic state.

 

The newsman’s message is clear- we must obey

Or there will be hell to pay

They demand our shunning

Drink the koolaid, do like Jonestown and die

We should never question the lie

Or try to avoid the all-seeing eye

It’s all so stunning

 

 “Follow the science,” they demand and shout,

Promoting strange weapons to take us all out,

They don’t need no gun nor bullet.

 

How much more will we take?

How much longer will the media fake?

How much longer will we be bullied?

We’re all prisoners of this strange war,

Declared by a cabal of control freaks and power whores,

They’re coming for our children,

Got vile plans for our brethren

They’re masters of destruction,

Partakers of corruption,

Sowers of misery, hatred, and evil,

Puffed up, arrogant minions of the devil,

With God on our side and truth we can use,

This strange war is a war they’re gonna lose.

How long before we say enough is enough?

We’ve had enough!

Put an end to this strange war

Or The People shall settle the score

Let us be

And set us free!

A Chaotic Society: How Did We Get to This Evil Place?

People burning and stepping on Old Glory,

Dissing the soldiers that fought and bled,

Rewriting history and changing our story,

Hating the country that’s kept them well-fed,

As I see the cities burning, I scream at my TV,

“If you hate it that much, pack up and leave!”

How can it be- people have turn to sheep,

With eyes wide open, yet still asleep,

Believing everything, all of the media lies,

The spin, propaganda, and alibis,

Rich fat cats claiming to be oppressed,

Participation-trophy generation raised not to try their best,

Meritocracy replaced by hypocrisy,

And idiocracy,

Spoiled brats,

And fraidy-cats,

Freedom requires too much responsibility,

So, they’d rather have security,

They should get a one-way ticket to their chosen utopia

Maybe to China, or Cuba, Iran, or even Venezuela!

With fists raised high in the air,

They moan and cry “life’s not fair,”

Life losers with no communication skills,

Making their point with only violence that kills,

The only way they can get their point across,

Is by wearing victim-mentality and entitlement as their albatross,

Mad at the world, claiming they never got their share,

Jealousy and hate toward the successful hard-worker, and the heir,

Screaming, “Gimme, gimme, gimme! You owe me,

Everything should come to me for free,”

“Death to America” is their chant

They have a life-long attitude of “I can’t,”

Spoiled, rich, college kids thinking they’ve got it so bad,

All their whining makes a working-class girl so mad,

They call themselves warriors, they claim, “I’m a star,”

But they aren’t half the men our serviceman and veterans are,

 

(Which one would you call, “a warrior?”)

Social justice warriors aren’t warriors at all,

Only those who served, fought, and died- all who answered the call,

God bless America and let Freedom ring

Your whiney, crybaby opinions don’t mean a thing

My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty

Life is what you make it, not what you think it should be

If you want to see social change, then start with yourself,

And put your hate, bitterness, jealousy, and class-envy all on the shelf,

Replace your baditude with gratitude,

And get over yourselves.