Bound in secrecy
No judge or jury
All it takes is a hunch.
No proof or evidence needed,
No geographical lines,
Their rights are overdue.
Modern day witch trials.
Nothing's illegal, nothing's sacred.
The ship is headed for the iceberg.
We are march toward an apocalypse
Of our own creation.
We must right its path before it's too late.
Protected by Executive Order,
Murder for which no one will pay.
As transparent as a blackout,
Firing into the dark.
Burn the Constitution, theoretical suggestions.
We're finding out what little it means,
And what little it protects.
To die for this country is a waste of a life,
It's hard enough living in it.