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Friday, 01 October 1993 00:00
Unaware
They sing we come in peace
On paper nice and neat
To replace your gold and silver
With “In God We Trust” receipts
Everyone’s pointing fingers
To the plot you’re unaware
Rolling out red carpets
For political fanfare
Slowly they erode
“We The People” just got sold
A crippled constitution
Under mind control
To the highest bidder
Their pockets filled with gold
We need a revolution
To restore our countries soul
© October 1993, William Grant Preston
