In shadows cast by global strife’s bleak hand,
Where innocence is sold across the land,
Children’s flesh, a currency of despair,
Exploited, lost in greed’s unending snare.
Corruption’s grip, a vice that fuels the fire,
Power rooted deep in dark, unquenchable desire,
Money’s the siren song that lures and blinds,
Profiting from suffering, unkind and unconfined.
America stood, a beacon bright and free,
A bastion breaking from the old world’s tyranny,
Yet even here, the webs of greed entwine,
The internet’s reach, both shield and clandestine.
Recruitment’s shadows lengthen in digital streams,
Fueling invasions, harvesting broken dreams,
Protection rackets, hidden in the glow,
Feeding the beast beneath the show.
Bolsheviks and money printers conspire,
Marrying children, stoking hellfire,
Cheating votes, twisting truth’s face,
They call themselves the tax user, a hollow disgrace.
Taxpayer, caught in the global game,
Lost in the chaos, bearing the blame,
A war of flesh and soul, of greed and power,
A cry for justice in this darkest hour.