No choice but to follow orders
No chance but to reel in boulders
No rights but the right to be condemned
No odds for we're no soldiers
For years we cry to be freed
For days they won't let us feed
For months a new born baby's killed
For satisfactions, they need
They saw our race as assholes
They see no gold in our goals
They bear the weight of no regret
They cripple minds and our souls!!
So stand aside my army
So lift your heads, all mighty
So let us rise and take a stand
So join the band's anarchy
Take a stand!
Take a stand!
Take a stand my brothers!
Mark this day as the victory
Join hands and guns like others
V for Victory!
Strength through Joy!
Goverment Conspiracy
And Firearm's deploy
This is Spartaaaaa!!!!
The republic propaganda
Comments
Chundar | February 17, 2010 - 23:49
A well thought piece on mass histeria, how we are bombarded with images to distract us from the hierarchies double dealings as if by a stage magician.
francisraymonda... | February 18, 2010 - 12:26
Thank you very much...though I do apologise for the phrase "This is Spartaaaa!" I originally thought of putting it in as a thought of a symbol, though from a graphic novel, of a government's military
-Francis