The Blood is on Your Hands.

Election Day looms
clean sweep
grap brooms
they win, we lose
no matter who you choose
we're through
its been 200 years past
since the last revolution
our institution
corruption
pollution
cause white's been politicin'
since slaves were cotton pickin'
it's sickenin'
time to break the cycle
open up eyes with this writing
cause I refuse to stop fightin'
this world of hypocrites
followed by bigots
the masses need to picket
and take back the streets
let history repeat
flip the script from sour to sweet
defeat
or go broke
unite and vote
this two party system's a joke
donkey and elephants all snakes
all fake
my sons futures at stake
Lincoln's rolling in his grave
thinkin' he freed the slaves
but here we are locked in chains
the media rots the brain
its simple and plain

Congrats
he's back
for four more years
of tears
blood and sweat for oil
red soil
while soldiers toil
with trauma
Iraq's like drama
at high noon
elite are out of tune
their kid are in Cancun
on spring break
while soldiers lose their lives
and die
parents cry
ask God why
my kid's in a bodybag
with a toe tag
while these pigs in Washington
are living in sin
this war were in
we cant even win
let me begin
politicin'
I'm sick
and tired
before my life expires
watch the boy set fire
conspire
rage against the machine
cause I feen
for my descendants
independence
so let me end
this poem I send
with a God Bless
and Amen.