Spies in a Fiberglass Slave Ship

Didn't see any wolves
while in London, confident

Same wolves run aground
every continent

Bankrupt the people
Staged uncivil war

Same claw hammers
the nails on your cross, coffin

Tearing the familiar
flesh of all freedoms

Same ancestral agonies
return to form

Drunk on the marrow
From the bone of our Constitution

Mortar for the bricks
in the socialist wall

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