Jackboots
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The jackboots of oppression are worn on the left and right, they balance
upon our collective throats. We may not breathe easy, but we breathe... there
is something in that. Hope like destiny arrives with each new dawn.

Left, left, left right left…
Perspectives and ignorance march off to vote,
emotional ballots marked of by rote.
The mob is delighted and suffers with glee,
as their freedom is shackled by the powers that be.
Left, left, left right left…

All that matters is all that is right… is wrong.
Flutter mind… Fly… it’s open and the worms get in.
Maternal, paternal… father knows best,
don’t back talk your mother, give liberty a rest.

Left, left, left right left…
Who would’ve thought Orwell rings true,
from the left booted thug in the red, white and blue?
From speech in the colleges to class warfare,
to political correctness and social welfare.
Left, left, left right left…

As the sun rises, and each day burns, it is
what it is, and we endeavor to carry on. Busybody jackboots from the left and the
right, highkick their noses up our business.
Freedom is equal to the equality of freedom, but Orwell knows best.

Right, right, right left right…
No need to worry about the nature of man,
if the right boot can’t get you the left boot can.
Freedom and liberty are all over rated,
we know what’s best, your life’s confiscated.
Right, right, right left riiiiiiiiight…