With a Straight Face

With a straight face, 

You ask me

 "What is my New Years resolution?"

It breaks my heart 

But, I will take part,

 In the coming revolution

I don't like War, that's for sure

But it seem s like the only solution.

JFK said it well.

Secret Societies, Their based in Hell

He tried to warn us of our plight

They silenced him for doing right

They were scarred by what he said

But he said it, Now he's dead.

911 is the Same

We don't know who to blame

They speak of lives which they Save

They say "All is well", but "Go to Hell"

 I feel like a Roman slave

Made to watch their evil games

Their pomp and circumstance

You've seen  their faces 

You know their names

They say "Lets give peace a chance"

They shake with their right hand.

As their left pulls down our pants!

They speak with forked tongue.

This is our only chance

Wheres that Freedom we all paid for?

Where do they get their nerve?

How much  more do they have in-Store? 

This all task me, yet you ask me 

"What is my New Years resolution?"

That's O.K. 

I'm here to say. 

I'll be  part of the solution.