Pitchforks

Putting feet into the pedal speeding away
Hiding behind selfish lies that led people astray
Sowing seeds of fabrication into the population
Leaving no promise answered with confirmation

Plead with me babe, because no one will
Give a funnel for my bleeding heart to fill
No inclusions of safety for the common man
I stop and wonder who stayed and who ran

One day that king will simply be shot by brother
For the freedom of his people and all who suffer
Everyday is the day of sweat and crudest toil
But someday everyone's blood will come to boil

We cannot help but look at every fool alive
Without slapping similarity of why we thrive
One thousand lies bought; and truths sold
Wishing that that it was earlier that we were told