We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change
We don’t wait for answers
We laugh, seize, and live our days
Embracing our sedition
Crawling off our knees
As John Brown -patriots
Who force the world we want to see
TRAITORS!
Who you’d call a traitor
Is the son of libertad
La unica esperanza
With no master and no god
«Freedom-haters», agitators?
What would they call Thomas Paine?
Founding fathers
Praised as martyrs
Or terrorists by another name?
TRAITORS!
What you call the Nation-State
Is fiction in itself
Agreed upon illusion
Enforced by violence — ruled by wealth
This land is fucking your land
And not through them defined
By fucking flags on SUVs
Or Superbowl half-times