We revel in our treason,
our catalyst for change
We don't wait for answers,
we laugh, seize, and live our days
Embracing our sedition,
crawling off our knees
As John Brown-patriots,
who force the world we want to see
Traitors!
Who you'd call a traitor,
is the son of libertad
La unica esperanza-
with no master and no god
“Freedom-haters,” agitators?
what would they call Thomas Paine?
Founding fathers- praised as martyrs-
or terrorists by another name?
Traitors!
What you call the Nation-State,
is fiction in itself
agreed upon illusion,
enforced by violence- ruled by wealth
This land is fucking your land,
and not through them defined
by fucking flags on SUVs
or Superbowl half-times
Traitors! |
