A lost heart

Truth

Sitting here drunk as death's door.

Waiting for answers never spoken of.

In six month's unemployment runs out.

No work, no hope for us.

Me and Annie will suffer,

a thousand death's we will endure.

No one cares for the worker bee's.

No one cries for the american flea's.

We are here for you,

We with tired arms work only too please you.

Now we have no work.

we make your cars,make your homes.

Yet you hate us.

Soon bad times will hit you too.

Soon hell will come for all of our kingdom.

It is time to stand together.

My lost heart has been replaced by a sword.

One more dance before america falls.

It is time to revolt.

Author's Note

Time to stand up.