The anthem barfs forth melody but I sit alone. The masses stand saluting some even sing along. No teary eyes for me no lump in my throat. I the anti-patriot me the misanthrope. We are forced to compromise but inside we all despise the bastards, the slave drivers, who dictate our lives. This archaic system governing us is old and out of date. So warped and disfigured it leaves us feeling raped. Government doesn't work, we see it every day. We watch our freedom get pushed aside and look the other way. They regulate our freedom and in the laws they generate there is a fucking loop-hole for every law that they break. They silence our pleas and keep us on our knees and demand we ask for forgiveness from their holy deity. They exploit your faith to keep you in place but for all your fucking suffering you will never be saved. Government and corporations walking hand in hand. With giant grins on their faces they discuss their master plan. To push inflation higher and leave wages where they stand. And we the faceless masses are left to scavenge amongst ourselves. We'll work to smash your system and then we'll take a stand. Through resistance and persistence we will gain the upper hand. By boycotting and propaganda we've begun to chip away at the system that exploits the poor but will I see the day that we become independent people, not nameless, faceless slaves. Or will I carry this reality with me to the grave? Your anthem stirs no emotion in me. I will always sit alone. I will never stand and salute. I will never sing your song. No teary eyes, no lump in my throat, no false sense of hope. I'd rather watch your flag in flames and everything you've done.

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