Morally Bankrupt

They tell us it’s freedom.

They tell us it’s equal.

But freedom don’t bruise like this—

And equality don’t bleed in silence.

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They swear the flag don’t lie, but it’s stained at the seams

Smiles on the podium, knives behind the scenes

Hands on the Bible, pockets full of gold

Say “justice for all,” but the gates stay closed

Sirens sing lullabies in the dead of night

Skin tone decides if you live or you fight

Borders drawn thicker than the blood in the sand

A cage with a lock called the “homeland”

They laugh at the pain like it’s something to meme

Comfortable monsters hiding behind screens

Punching down, calling cruelty “truth”

While the house stays warm and the neighbor still chokes

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They say it’s fair, say the system’s clean

But the weight ain’t shared, it’s just unseen

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This is red, white, and bruised

Promises used, then broken and reused

They preach unity while they sharpen the noose

Call it justice, but it’s just who they choose

Red from the blood, white from the lies

Blue from the knees on the necks of our cries

Land of the free—yeah, that’s the excuse

This is America: red, white, and bruised

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ICE at the door like it’s war on the poor

Kids learn fear before they learn what school’s for

Say “just policy,” wash hands of the pain

Like history ain’t still calling your name

Selective morals, pick and choose

Human rights only count if they look like you

Fake faith, fake care, venom in prayer

Say “God’s on my side” then spread despair

They don’t want order, they want control

Don’t want peace, they want someone below

History screaming, but deaf by choice

Silence is violence when you enjoy the noise

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No mirror deep enough to face that truth

So you spit your hate like it’s bulletproof

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You don’t fear chaos, you fear the mirror

You don’t fear change, you fear it clearer

You don’t fear loss—you fear equality

If empathy threatens your comfort, maybe that’s morality

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This is red, white, and bruised

Built on backs they refuse to include

If freedom was real, it wouldn’t need proof

And justice wouldn’t feel so exclusive

Red from the blood, white from the lies

Blue from the tears we’re taught to hide

Land of the free—yeah, that’s the excuse

This is America—

Still red, white, and bruised

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We ain’t asking for crowns or pity or praise.

Just breathe without fear.

If this makes you uncomfortable—

Good.

That’s what truth feels like when it finally speaks.