God's own country

Crush me, kick me, bend me over and screw me

Drag me through the streets littered with the debris

You have strewn over this land with your ennui.

For when you are a God in your own country,

It is upto you to murder my esprit.

What do I know, I just live here

Only to vote for you the next term.

Started well, you did my emperor,

By declaring the society Teatotalitarian.

Banning alcohol everywhere,

And branding me a drunken sinner.

The ones who raise their voices say

What about hooch tragedies? Are they insignificant?

You throw them in jail coz they are militant.

Next you’ll move on unfazed

To attack all things sugary

For it brings on poor health

And make us less capable of slavery

The ones who raise their voices say

What about our rights? Are they trifling?

You throw them in jail coz they are dissident.

On to media you shift your gaze,

To curtail all that offends you

For it brings on vulgarity in our minds

And make rapists out of all sons of human

The ones who raise their voices say

What about our rights? Are they not important?

You throw them in jail coz they are perverts.

What about the vehicles you ask then

Will you ban them too sir? for y(our) sake ?

For accidents kill and maim your people

Thus should be banned from existence

The ones who raise their voices say

What about our rights? Won’t they be considered?

You throw them in jail coz they are dangerous.

Take off all my rights one by one,

I stand in this throng among the helpless

Whom your power is crushing

In it’s deadly vice to our demise

While you go on deceiving yourself

That this is for our own good,

Keep in mind, we are humanity,

We fight back, we have always won

Every war against suppression.

Just remember, great leader mine

While you listen to the voices whispering

In your ear what route to take to rule,

Remember the same voices have killed

More humanity than any other disease

To ever afflict our nascent humanity.