Caesar's Coin

By: Gus Victoria

Give to Caesar his coin,

Keep your guns,

The Horde is at the door,

The neighbor you know no more,

Claim the 2nd, plead the 5th

Liberty is just a myth

You’re a puppet without strings,

You can't resist

Holding signs

You drown in ignorance,

You beg for more,

Your bread

Your circus

You humble whore,

Take the dagger

Take the pill

But leave those bastards

on Capitol Hill,

The State kills,

On the altar you built,

They raise the banner

You hallowed,

With patriotic fervor you cry,

Under their Freedom you die.

Custodian of Justice

By: Gus Victoria

Revolutionary of mind

Revolutionary of heart

Love is thy currency

In a bankrupt world

That seeks to devour

The light it suppresses

The life it oppresses

Gorging on the foul refuse

Of State.

Sustained by its crumbs

Strengthened by its injustice.

As a blade

Tempered in the fire,

Sharp to make bleed,

Strong for the cut

You are an instrument

Of righteous anger

Of divine retribution.

Revolutionary, you destroy

And chaos you bring

So that others may build.

Revolutionary you save

Those cast off,

So that others may heal.

Hero to the hopeless,

Scourge to the opressor

Friend to the friendless

Custodian of justice.