from Mr. American President

from Mr. American President

There's a price on your head

equal to one pint of oil

the mangled bodies your see

and war torn souls

is nothing compared to the fear

I will make you feel

learn that you are nothing

in the face of a dollar bill

and not even an asset in this world

your number gives me strength

as your body lies in dust

alive you don't mean much

I can't gain power in that

your death will cause fear

in others like you

and add to my wealth

you will feel hunger

when I want you to

and die in pain

when I need you to

there's a price on your head

and that child's in your arms

which you call the future

equal to one pint of oil

it's useless for you to fight

I will control the world

I already control your soul

Robin Coe is a journalist and author. She wrote the fantasy novel "Fly on the Wall" and graphic novel "Illustrated Book of Wrath".

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