Lese Majeste
Lord, god, king and country,
when one is not just,
all are corrupt.
It is from your vile corruption
that I want my freedom!!!
Will you deny me?
Your army feasts on my carcass,
and picks at my wounds.
My lifeblood nourishes its rotten flesh,
but when I fight back I am the terrorist.
It doesn't matter how you see it.
Your false perception is irrelevant because the truth will eventually blow it away.
I have bigger concerns.
I have bigger fears.
The men with guns will come,
And with the hubris of our almighty sovereign
They will wipe away my discontent,
And my patriotism will stain my shirt red.
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