LYRIC FOR SALE

By EIDOLON XIII

We paved over paradise, poisoned the lakes, Now they sellin’ the land back with interest and stakes. Truth buried slow where the cold wind howls — Kids go missin' predators end up in ditches because the system likes it's riches.

I was raised in the mountains, where silence spoke loud, Five years old feedin’ oats while the system broke down.
Mountain town to trailer park in the prison’s breath.

Flooded the streets, archives burned, schools changed only in name, still changed to a mass grave. Rebranded genocide with Liberal rules.
Crown wears red but the soil’s stained black From treaties they signed then stabbed in the back.

RCMP got more ghosts than recruits,
Mi’kmaq fishers get raided for rights.
They preach peace while the pipelines bleed, And lock land defenders up for daring to plead, all for Financial greed?
fund the elite, While foster care eats more familys each week.

They'll call me treasonous — hope y'all believe in this. Trudeau cries for votes in a tear-soaked suit, But his cops still shoot where the elders root. I see through the flags and Remembrance Day pride When vets beg for shelter and reserves run dry. Carney's just a new boot. Shelters are packed and the elders get used. We're all kinda use to getting abused.

No flag, no crown, no anthem I claim, Just scars on names they tried to erase.
rhymes like a drum stolen from tribes,
Each bar’s a court case that never arrived.
I don’t want your throne, I don’t seek your rose — The cause of death’s written in every line I compose.