Shaky Hallowed Ground

the shrill wrath of his liberal tones

aimed at dissent against his crown

paused he on shaky hallowed ground

where Washington laid immortal stones

blaspheme he must against the dark

dissent of people opposing his laws

for dread walks side by side the cause

of shutting down their freedoms bark

dark dissent we Americans know

with firearms bristling in the light

ask King George about the fight

then watch, watch for it will grow

like they did in 76’

when a king spoke in wrathful tones

while once he had he now disowns

thrown away like broken sticks

their snouts, pink and flat in evil knows

smell coins as if like dogs so keen

and grabbing is for them routine

for their great One, the lying grows

back in reality that always surrounds them

the light of truth shows fearsome creatures

slinking and slithering their liberal features

showing fangs of lust their evil to condemn

as the time passes quick and sure

they embark on yet another thrill

of passing laws for liberals to fulfill

the control of the people to secure

but truth will not for time retreat

and lies spread by vermin scum

can not force the light to succumb

but in November force their defeat