Band Of Bothers

I see your defiance and feel your fight, brimming from under your breath

I feel the anger, I feel your anger

I hear your words and wonder why you struggle

Are you aware of your own privilege and excess?

I see your defiance and I feel your bravado, it's startling to visualize your terror

All in the name of liberty.

You can't carry the weight of injustice

while supporting the weight of your death machines

In hindsight it could be your undoing

still, there are children out here in the streets

You can't shout the words of the oppressed

You can't recreate the narrative to fill your daily void

It's not the same as patriotism

It's just endless, unecessary noise

I watch you take your teeth out from your Freedom For All paper bag

You decorate your K K K-ake with the candles of the dead

I feel the anger, I feel your anger

You're like a bad stain that won't come out in the wash

What does it accomplish, when you rant and rave like a spoiled, ignorant child

I hear your accusations, I hear your misinformation

You bring stupidity to the forefront of the fight.

Be careful with the weight of your actions

We're all out here trying our best to survive

This could be a moment of triumph, and a moment of solidarity

But your disodence and attitude makes your case seem trite

You can't claim to be enslaved in the world we create

And damn others to die in vain

Your vitriol wreaks of desperation and lawlessness

Our patriotism is not the same.