The Republic's Requiem
A fractured nation, scarred and torn,
Where brother fought against brother, hearts forlorn.
The Civil War, a tempest in the land,
Left wounds that festered, a divided stand.
From ashes rose a corporation's might,
The United States, a company's birthright.
No longer bound by freedom's call,
But cogs in a machine, subservient to all.
The Law of Water, ancient and deep,
Where banks hold sway, and secrets sleep.
Commerce flows like rivers to the sea,
Controlled by forces, unseen and free.
Ships laden with goods, a watery trail,
Delivering products, a global scale.
Each item birthed, a manifest's decree,
A system of control, for you and me.
Marriage bonds, a contract's hold,
Employees bound, their lives sold.
Security sought, in a corporation's embrace,
A gilded cage, a soulless space.
Retirement beckons, a weary sigh,
Social Security, a whispered lie.
The body social, a company's gain,
A system that binds, a life of pain.
No longer sovereigns, kings, or queens,
But citizens bound, by corporate schemes.
Guns silenced, freedoms curtailed,
A nation transformed, its spirit veiled.
Public policy, a whispered guide,
Lawmakers' whims, where truth hides.
Police enforce, a watchful eye,
The corporation's grip, reaching for the sky.
Water, the basis of economic might,
Banks on rivers, directing the flow, day and night.
Currency currents, ebbing and flowing,
A system of control, steadily growing.
Corporate policy, a subtle hand,
Dictating lives, across the land.
No laws of stone, but whispers in the air,
Conformity reigns, a silent despair.
The Federal Reserve, a phantom's hold,
Printing notes, a story untold.
Fractional banking, a magician's trick,
Multiplying debt, making fortunes quick.
Roundtable whispers, bankers' decree,
A global game, played secretly.
Debt and control, their ultimate aim,
A nation enslaved, in freedom's name.
False flags wave, deception's art,
True colors masked, tearing worlds apart.
Pirates of finance, in modern guise,
Steering the ship, towards stormy skies.
The dawn of a new day, a cryptic phrase,
A secret club, where power plays.
Communism's grip, a global threat,
Conspiracy whispers, a world beset.
Illuminati shadows, lurking deep,
Secret societies, where secrets sleep.
World Revolution, a whispered plot,
To control the masses, tie the knot.
High financiers, pulling the strings,
Politicians dance, as the world sings.
A conspiracy vast, a hidden hand,
Shaping destinies, across the land.
This is the tale of a nation's fall,
From freedom's heights, to corporate thrall.
A requiem sung, for a dream betrayed,
The United States, a corporation made.
The Republic's Requiem
A fractured nation, scarred and torn, Where brother fought against brother, hearts forlorn. The Civil War, a tempest in the land, Left wounds that festered, a divided stand.
From ashes rose a corporation's might, The United States, a company's birthright. No longer bound by freedom's call, But cogs in a machine, subservient to all.
The Law of Water, ancient and deep, Where banks hold sway, and secrets sleep. Commerce flows like rivers to the sea, Controlled by forces, unseen and free.
Ships laden with goods, a watery trail, Delivering products, a global scale. Each item birthed, a manifest's decree, A system of control, for you and me.
Marriage bonds, a contract's hold, Employees bound, their lives sold. Security sought, in a corporation's embrace, A gilded cage, a soulless space.
Retirement beckons, a weary sigh, Social Security, a whispered lie. The body social, a company's gain, A system that binds, a life of pain.
No longer sovereigns, kings, or queens, But citizens bound, by corporate schemes. Guns silenced, freedoms curtailed, A nation transformed, its spirit veiled.
Public policy, a whispered guide, Lawmakers' whims, where truth hides. Police enforce, a watchful eye, The corporation's grip, reaching for the sky.
Water, the basis of economic might, Banks on rivers, directing the flow, day and night. Currency currents, ebbing and flowing, A system of control, steadily growing.
Corporate policy, a subtle hand, Dictating lives, across the land. No laws of stone, but whispers in the air, Conformity reigns, a silent despair.
The Federal Reserve, a phantom's hold, Printing notes, a story untold. Fractional banking, a magician's trick, Multiplying debt, making fortunes quick.
Roundtable whispers, bankers' decree, A global game, played secretly. Debt and control, their ultimate aim, A nation enslaved, in freedom's name.
False flags wave, deception's art, True colors masked, tearing worlds apart. Pirates of finance, in modern guise, Steering the ship, towards stormy skies.
The dawn of a new day, a cryptic phrase, A secret club, where power plays. Communism's grip, a global threat, Conspiracy whispers, a world beset.
Illuminati shadows, lurking deep, Secret societies, where secrets sleep. World Revolution, a whispered plot, To control the masses, tie the knot.
High financiers, pulling the strings, Politicians dance, as the world sings. A conspiracy vast, a hidden hand, Shaping destinies, across the land.
This is the tale of a nation's fall, From freedom's heights, to corporate thrall. A requiem sung, for a dream betrayed, The United States, a corporation made.
The Siren's Call
In shadowed depths, where sunlight fails to reach, A corporation's grip, beyond the beach. The Law of Water, a siren's song, Luring souls to where they don't belong.
Banks line the rivers, their currents strong, Whispering promises, where fortunes throng. Currency flows, a mesmerizing dance, A hypnotic rhythm, a seductive trance.
Ships glide through oceans, their flags unfurled, Carrying treasures, across the world. Products birthed, with labels bold, A corporation's story, waiting to unfold.
Marriage contracts, signed in haste, Employees bound, their futures laced With obligations, debts to pay, A corporation's game, where dreams decay.
Social Security, a siren's lure, Promising comfort, a future secure. But the body social, a company's claim, A web of control, a life of shame.
No longer sovereigns, but cogs in the wheel, Their freedoms eroded, their spirits steal. Guns replaced with ID tags and chains, A corporation's world, where profit reigns.
Public policy, a whispered command, Lawmakers' puppets, across the land. Police patrol, enforcing the scheme, A corporation's grip, a dystopian dream.
Water, the source of economic might, Banks on rivers, day and night. Currency currents, a mesmerizing flow, A corporation's wealth, steadily to grow.
Corporate policy, a subtle art, Controlling lives, tearing them apart. No laws of stone, but whispers in the air, Conformity reigns, a silent despair.
The Federal Reserve, a hidden power, Printing notes, hour after hour. Fractional banking, a magician's sleight, Creating debt, day and night.
Roundtable whispers, in smoke-filled rooms, Bankers' schemes, sealing our dooms. Debt and control, their ultimate prize, A corporation's grip, reaching for the skies.
False flags wave, deception's call, True colors masked, leading to our fall. Pirates of finance, in suits and ties, Steering the ship, towards stormy skies.
The dawn of a new day, a corporate lie, A world enslaved, beneath a watchful eye. Communism's ghost, a haunting fear, Conspiracy whispers, drawing ever near.
Illuminati shadows, lurking in the night, Secret societies, plotting our plight. World Revolution, a whispered threat, A corporation's grip, we can't forget.
High financiers, pulling the strings, Politicians dance, as the world sings. A conspiracy vast, a hidden hand, A corporation's rule, across the land.
This is the song of a world betrayed, Where freedom's lost, and dreams are flayed. A siren's call, a haunting refrain, The corporation's reign, a world of pain.
The Ghost of Liberty
A specter haunts this corporate land, The ghost of Liberty, with outstretched hand. A fading memory, a whispered plea, For a nation lost, where souls were free.
She walks the streets, where shadows dwell, Among the cogs, who buy and sell. Her eyes reflect a mournful light, As she witnesses the corporation's blight.
In boardrooms grand, where profits soar, She sees the chains that bind and sore. The executives, with hearts of greed, Blind to the suffering, the people's need.
She watches families torn apart, By economic woes, a poisoned dart. Homes foreclosed, dreams turned to dust, The corporation's hunger, an insatiable lust.
In schools and churches, her presence chills, As minds are molded, and free will spills. Conformity reigns, a silent decree, The corporation's dogma, for all to see.
She weeps for soldiers, sent to fight, In foreign lands, for corporate might. Their lives expendable, pawns in the game, The corporation's wars, a bloody shame.
In prisons overcrowded, where justice sleeps, She hears the cries of those who weep. Innocent souls, trapped in the snare, The corporation's justice, beyond compare.
She watches the Earth, her beauty fade, As corporations pollute and raid. Forests felled, oceans defiled, The corporation's greed, running wild.
But even in darkness, hope survives, A flicker of defiance, in hearts and lives. The ghost of Liberty, a guiding light, Inspiring resistance, to reclaim our might.
In whispered conversations, seeds are sown, Of a revolution, yet to be known. The people awaken, their spirits ignite, To break the chains, and reclaim their birthright.
The corporation trembles, its power wanes, As the ghost of Liberty, forever sustains. For freedom's flame, can never be quelled, And the human spirit, will never be felled.
This is the ballad of a fight to regain, A nation lost, a future to attain. The ghost of Liberty, our guiding star, Leading us forward, to a world afar.
