Proud I stand on this great land and think to be Free.
Yet free we are not underneath the governments gloom for glory.
For they strangle truth and prosperity when it’s feet reach the door.
‘Novus Ordo Seclorum’ is their montra and that we have let them become.
Green as their cover of money were they show their true face.
With their all seeing eye and their will to take the whole human race.
Race to take what is not theirs as we race to give them wear!
A race we lose everyday but we run it to our graves anyway.
Why should we sit by and by just idling while they lie.
Lie through their teeth made of rotten wood.
Like their best friend the root of all evils, rotten to the core.
We pay and pay our lives away.
Social Security they their account in which they dip their greedy mitts and, drain in any amount!