The fields are gone, the chains remain,
Now they brand you with debt and shame.
Cotton mills turned to glass and steel,
You’re free but can’t afford a meal.
Railroad kings laid tracks of gold,
On stolen earth, their fortunes rolled.
Crypto kings now stake their claim,
Lady Liberty weeps in shame.
Oh, this land was yours, this land was mine,
’Til they signed it off, line by line.
A nation built on theft and graves.
For the 1% we’re still the slaves.
Past ain’t past, it’s just disguised,
Same old script, just monetized.
Tradwife turned into dollar sign,
Insta-perfect, sponsored smile.
Rosie’s hands once held the line,
Now the state lays claim to what’s inside.
They pave the roads with martyr’s names,
Then trade their blood for tax-cut gains.
The ballot’s locked behind the gates,
While old white men decide our fates.
Oh, this land was yours, this land was mine,
’Til they signed it off, line by line.
A nation built on theft and graves.
To the 1% we’re still the slaves.
Past ain’t past, it’s just disguised,
Same old script, just monetized.
They got rich on blistered backs,
Stacked the courts and rigged the maps.
Bought the votes and sold the schools,
Cut the rations, changed the rules.
They trumped the truth with gilded lies,
Profits rocket, the planet dies.
Boost fake news with bots and frauds,
While cowards march in black-masked squads.
Oh, this land was yours, this land was mine,
’Til they signed it off, line by line.
A nation built on theft and graves,
For the 1% still owns the slaves.
Past ain’t past, it’s just disguised,
Same old script, just monetized.
May God Bless the Land of Milk and Money.
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