Political

Corporate Crusaders 
Their shameless charade 
What are a few lives 
When fortunes are made 
 
Murdering millions 
To bulge bottom lines 
Make tidy profits 
On rifles and mines 
 
Backing the butchers 
With chemical cakes 
Medical murders 
That viruses take 
 
Manipulate masses 
Through horror and fear 
Chip away freedom 
While forefathers tear 
 
Sing to the public 
A patriot’s song 
Enlisting our children 
To cover their wrong 
Sending in soldiers 
Irradiating land 
All for the greed 
Of future demand 
 
Trade red gold for black 
And Tomahawks flown 
To place a new prince 
On hypocrisy’s throne 
 
mr_alleycat