Pique

Family built of blood and rust

find a place because we must

shelter our heads from the poisoned wind

squat or rot with the rest of our kin

Petrified tounges twisted and tied

reciting your ridiculous lies and

their minds a figment of itself

their hearts are relics on the shelf

The keepers of the spoils that leech of others toil

spilling blood for oil

these seeds are ours

A gala for Eris, lady of our chaos

children carve altars to you in your skin

Un-Warlike in our way of mind

we are bound to rouse and rise

those who still endure the sham

all of the orphans of our Uncle Sam

and they're raised inerudite

scorned from birth

they do the job better for half what they're worth

and their backs are broken but their hearts are pure

So leave your ego at the door

The tenders of the soil aren't loyal to the royal

the bubbles reached a boil

these seeds are ours

We'll take what we grew

we didn't plant it for you

Work for once cause these seeds are ours

Wrinkled fists secure the right to discern

which to to keep and witch to burn

and you see the world through onyx eyes

watch the world flip on it's side

answering...

answering...

"No!"...

answering...

"No!"

Family built of blood and rust

find a place because we must

shelter our heads from the poisoned winds

squat or rot with the rest of our kind

answering...

answering...

"No!"...

answering

"No!"

calm sooner or later later calm