Listen to the Fascist Sing

Listen to the facist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is God's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our Forefathers hand"
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia
Like the priest that fucked you As he whispered holy things
A mass of tears have transform to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into the slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
-"Ashes in the Fall" by Rage Against the Machine