The emperor doesnt have any clothes on he is as naked as the day is long

To me it is simple
The weak won’t inherit
Its not that they are weak
Or lacking in merit

Its just they were honest
And quietly sincere
They worked with tradition
And culture to clear

The miasma’s of corruption
The corporate world
That clearly lacked empathy
And that had hurled

The might of the mercenary
And law enforcement
All corporations acting to be
Such intervention
Against the indigenous
They were the first people
Here actually

Guarding the earth
For their children to prosper
Respecting the role of their elders
For they
Had stuggled their lives
Against aggressive long knives
And now it continues
As we can all see

They speak with forked tongues
For hearts long ago
Were rotten and broken
Not even a token
Of love and affection
Is left as we know

Sell off the treaty land
To the big oil firm
That is the reward
Of those considered weak
AMERICA’s size hasn’t made any difference
For most turn away
Hoping to seek

A better time for their lives
and their children
As to the indigenous people
of earth
They are the trash
to be thrashed in their hundreds
Weak by perception
but they are the worth

Standing in prayer
respecting their elders
Valuing ancestors
which is their way
But against corruption
greed and the arrogance
Which in the hereafter
only then they will pay

And the dumb and the dumber
Continue to vote for them
This is reality
This is today
The underdog loyal to his master
Will be kicked
This is the edict this is the way