Iron Bird excerpt

And the lawmen, they frown upon

the hungry they look down upon

making deals to legislate

lobby in back rooms

bound by blood this yoke we wear

the debt of war forced to bear

labor sets the blood a boil

with cowed indifference we must toil

The salesmen now are governors

point fingers at young mothers

tear babies from their arms

slowly raise the blade

wash their hands of any harm

TMB 2013

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