Boo to your policy that pushes out lies
That bludgeons civilians for our "allies"
And blast be that taste, of blood spit in my mouth
As you tear open the wounds unhealed in the south
The sins of the father are not of the son
But here you are blaming me for some
Divisive your rhetoric, and unfounded your cries
Drumming support from those who sympathize
But it's not the facts of a case, or law to abide
But your own feelings, too much your pride
To leave a legacy for children who won't understand
In your haste to make, you laid waste with your hand
To the rights of the many to protect the few
To the powers that be you sat down in the pew
Listening to the gospel of globalist perspective
You tear down nations and call them defective
One vision of the world and you're blinded by lust
To make things in your image, power corrupt