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America Is In A Pot Of Soup (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred



Verse One:
America..., America..., What happened to your shoes?/
They look like they've been buried in a Hot Pot of Soup/
Your feet are still in 'em, doesn't the heat bother you?/
And why are you walking deeper into the big bowl of Soup?/
[*Beat Pauses. Then sound of something falling into a Hot Pot of Soup*] ...America doesn't care/
She's too blind to see and too deaf to hear/
Too smart to think, [Why?] She knows Everything/
She walks in deeper like, I also know how to swim/
What does it matter if communists protest on our streets/
College professors say the problem is the capitalists/
Wall Street gets dissed and called the enemy/
While it's the backbone & pillar of the economy/
Islamists called Saints, Christians are called Germs/
Mainstream pulls out Bug Spray to fumigate the Pests/
Preachers' sermons swerve to all roads end well/
The ACLU rests if they are all things to all men/



Verse Two:
America..., America..., What happened to your shoes/
Why have you strayed from the path your founding fathers once took/
The American Dream is now a pipe Dream/
illegals flood your streets, no job, no degrees/
Corpses pile, as murder rises on Live-streams/
Calling Trump a Nazi on main-stream TV/
While he sits behind the reins of the oval office/
Has created an atmosphere conducive for America's worst dream/
Where Nazis walk the streets unperturbed about being seen/
Their numbers increase as their doctrines grows teeth/
Christianity is stabbed in the back by the country it gave wings/
Like a husband with no prenup, it's cast into the streets/
To roam homeless & broken like the crucifixion scene/
Happening all over again in 3d/
Yet America expects sunbeams of joy and peace/
When even the Rainbow's been polluted for God to frown at what it means/



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Our Boys In Blue - a poem by Alfred

Through Cold or Heat, Through Strength or Pain/
They Carry our Troubles, All Night, All Day/
They Risk their Future, To Keep us Safe/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police, No one would be Safe/
Bodies would paint the Street like Syria Today/
After the West played Chess and won the Game/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police in America, today/
Your Head and Your Body could be in different States/
One Part in Alabama, The Other part Up-State/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
We owe our Lives to Our Boys In Blue/
They carry the weight of the Red, White, and Blue/
And make it a Nation all Nations come to/
Have you said Thanks, To a Cop today?/

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Rather Than Hate The Rich, Become Rich - a poem by Alfred

Crucify the Rich, Burn them at the Stake/
Punish them for succeeding, where the rest of us has failed/
Their Remote controls the State like the TV channels they made/
Only 1 per cent are safe, 99 per cent are slaves/
Occupy the 1 per cent, Hello to Project Eliminate/
We don't need rich people in the world, walk 'em to their grave/
Like Marie Antoinette, and then We Would Eat Cake/
All Rich People are Evil, Greedy, and Really Vain/
Away with Rich people, Let us dig their graves/
They plan to dig ours, I can see it in their ways/
Who needs the Rich to build Banks, Skyscrapers, and Planes/
Who needs the Rich to build Rockets to take us to Outer Space/
Wealth can't create more jobs than poverty makes/
Poverty is what this country needs, take wealth away/
Destroy the Rich to make the world a better place/
I hate Rich people, even though I work all day/
I'm sure it's no so I could be Rich some day/
And if I get Rich I would give it all away/
Because I hate Riches, I'…

Madiba Says - a poem by Alfred

Success awaits every man at the top of the hill/
But after she shakes your hands, you see another hill/
New hills grow taller if you pause to sleep/
Success has feet, she can just get up and leave/
A Real Leader must love this people more than he loves himself/
And be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for them/
He must be dead to self, and live for them/
Otherwise he might ruin them while saving himself/
Freedom doesn't mean having no chains on your wrists/
It struts forward to mean liberating others wrists/
So if you don't liberate others you're imprisoned yourself/
The walls are invisible but they are still there/
Education is the most powerful W.M.D/
To destroy the destruction of humanity/
Don't judge me by conquered Mountain Tops/
Judge me by the times I fell and got back up/


The Quotes By Nelson Mandela That Inspired This Poem:
1)  After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.
2)  Real leaders must be ready to sacrifice …