Freedom's Ship
Scarred and shackled, slowly slip.
Weary, weathered, worn within
A memory of what once had been.
In freedom, truth and liberty.
But now a shell, a silhouette
Of filth and lies and wasteful debt
From holes beneath, the waters pour.
The night wind cries an eerie voice
A death like rattle, "it was your choice."
but that which you refused to see.
The stolen babies in their distress
The the pain, the tears, the CPS.
The brainwashed zombies echoed, moan
In Marx and Stalin, their littered trash
Up from the deck, the waters splashed.
We'll grab and jab and depopulate.
And overboard, the bodies cry
The crisp, cold chill of horror's lie.
To taste the freedom, to see my friend
The moral compass is ours to steer
Or forfeit in enslavement's fear.
for freedom's cry, it beckons me
Protect, preserve this mighty ship
Lest, scarred and shackled... slowly slip.
