Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
I grew from tree lined streets and avenues while viewing Cronkite’s nightly news, as decades passed, our flag’s half mast, was lowered down embracing class of third world’s crass…
Of whom now raise flags in protests brags and violate with vandal’s swags, they wear a mask on face disgraced and go as far as scorching cars while marching in parade’s charades…
Think of how and why disguise just helps to propagate such lies, from News broadcast this hidden cast have slithered between the cracks alas, attaching to the backs of crass!
They’ll bury contrary for justified, while telling us to close our eyes, yet never tell ’bout aid’s been made, which provided funds for protests paid…
The News touts blues for more confused by selling lies ’bout raids from ICE, as reason why they’ve now begun, in testing rules with feisty ones!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
What once was seen as clean and green, took left hand turn to paint obscene, as sovereign nation’s bordered south just opened door while shutting mouth.
Old glory’s story invites the world to embrace assimilation, not link of weakened chain of strengthened, in all that forms great nation’s thinking…
In dividing united by the weakest inside us, such link in a chain will stop and refrain, when the motions commotions cause misguided devotions, and excited inside us causes shackled alignment to be put on consignment, and then sold as the banes from the pains of insane!
Ask yea self ’bout who’s compelled to burning stars and strips? And from results of such insults just who’s behind the lying eyes who’s dressing up in their full disguise?
These new uninvited have begun their contriving with ideas in arriving ’bout a longing to belonging, yet the thronging and clogging on streets where they meet and throwing of stones in the lawlessness prone, will most certainly end up in sending them home!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
As guest uninvited one would think they’d decide, that the cities from which they had left, were not of the worthy nor a kind in deserving of the flags they be waving, in attempts at disgracing, by making such claims to replacing our nation!
Yet the absent misgivings for the blatant in sinning has infected our land of the free, and it spreads a disease from the spewing debris, which continues to leave such a mess….
If immigrants, have lost their good sense, to straightening out their documents, and the uninvited not righted, ignores the law implying just slighted, then degrading persuading by those be invading, shall continue to protest in jest!
‘Cus igniting the fires that are burning the tires and inflaming desires, just promotes more forebodes from the blinding of smoke, which makes us all choke, shall deny them said passion from all of the trashing!
No marching nor scorching nor carrying torches can aid the bestowing of rights, as poking provoking, and smoke that is choking, is really just asking for fight!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
There are those who’d like to conquer us, and destroy what has been built on trust, which only offers chance to dance, and run in racing ahead of fate, relieving poor disgrace on face, as victims of their circumstance…
Some seem to forget that pushing the limits beyond the issuance of legalized permits, and barking while marching shan’t include a preclude, by receiving a right to be scorching nor torching in the name of fair sporting…
Nor does a right to a protest give right to the far left, to use uninvited to engage what’s decided in turning to burning in up side down yearning, for destroying what we all call our home!
Yet some burn flags and paint their tags on monuments in name of those who broke through fence, and make their claims of such insane, on false pretense in self defense…
The forebears of this great country, came from many lands across the seas, and invested many lifetimes for what we now can see! Yet the media now conspires, to promote just more of dire, as woeful soulless liars, they promote untruth’s desires, and more lighting of the fires!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
And those who broke through fence and walked through open gate on false pretense, are further scammed in aiding plans from which there’s no escape!
Thus scamming plans that blames the man who’d like to stay down low, escapes from view of all but few who see the clues to know!
While promoting riot’s bias, and facade ’bout raid’s charades, we’re told of tricks like throwing bricks and heaving stone’s grenades!
And planners must convey mistrust that helps corrupt beliefs gone bust, as cities burn, chaos returns to flavor more mistrust!
And now we see how Maoist twist and Communist who hide in mist will use illegal eagles, in unlawful attacks on ICE, infest like hell bent weasels, spreading infection like the measles, in decisive ways not right, with intentions to provoke a fight!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
Yet truth be known the rocks their throwing just came from hands well planned, as class in masks are anarchist’s, employed techniques from Maoist twist!
While truth’s defused just gets confused, incriminates by News of fakes, subversive group’s perversion, just hides behind what’s well rehearsed…
Professed instructs that hid good luck ’bout being born in land of free just now plays tricks, with thorns and pricks, that’s aimed at you and me!
Who’s the fool that went to school to acquire advance degrees, yet smarts from start just hardened hearts and cause their minds to blow apart?
‘Tis lying ruse in such confused ’bout those appearing as ones abused, yet getting maimed from such insane they’ll own the cause for breaking laws, and in this game they won’t refrain for what’s obtained, as loud applause just takes a bow for riling up the crowds somehow!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
In speaking of dispersed rehearsed obscuring strings that held the purse, just where did all the money go, ’twas funneled to those NGO’s?
In exploding numbered census, of electoral college consensus, ’twill give some states who populate, more electors as receptors…
Thus, increase in votes get based yea know, by only how a state shall grow, not who has right to legal vote, as selects elects by numbered count, ’tis absent care who lives in towns!
So as towns get filled with illegal ills, and Americans just take the pill, the population grows and grows, as states divide by growth in tow!
It’s larger populated states that have a history by way of fate, as concentrates lack oxygen, which turns them blue and lean towards sin!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
From march in streets and social tweets to setting tires on fire, and priming news ’bout agitates that aids promotes in more of fakes, this new found creed evolves a breed that suffocates our land of free!
From Paradise to Palisades to purgatory’s inflamed Old Glory, we allow elect’s of more rejects expecting best from wins from bets!
Yet any New scum’s choice of twosome insures more gruesome events pretense in shifting blame from more insane at opened bordered fence!
Sanctuary is quite contrary to respecting law’s applause, and those in charge of cause that paused the jaws of laws to prosecute, allows avows for refutes dispute as criminals who’d somehow become invisible!
Thus, rejects neglect of office held, dispels the sell for raising hell, and what we get from thorns and pricks, are boys of sorts invading sports, and playing ‘against our girls on courts!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
Now who’s to blame for rules in game that’s changing face of nation, and what’s disguised in lying eyes that’d hides the clues from view, ’bout elect’s rejects who’ve placed their bets with no regrets to losing?
Just stop and think and ask who’d winked and nodded to being prodded, with false flag’s brags and thieving swags that caused us more distraught-ed?
In all this push and pull of tush, just who’s allowed the growth in crowds to burn up cars and scream so loud ’bout being, oh so woeful proud?
Just proud of what is boasted, while hoisting flags and toasting, with conqueror’s brags and crimes of swag that’s stuffed in bags in land of free that’s hosted…
There’s one we know who’s on the go, that all along goes too and fro, corrupting men who choose to sin while sipping gin with full faced grins, takes pride when cast in sow and takes a bow, applauded in such lauded!
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
In left hand lean, it always seems that man’s obscene for more unclean shall push promote until we choke on smoke from flames from fires, ’twere ignited by all the liars!
Or make a choice to get divorced from guys and gals who cast the spells designed for hell that preys on man’s desires. As story goes in which we know contention ’bout redemption, will often pose concerning woes in faithful’s hoped exemption…
Yet our God above shan’t divide his love among the tribes nor highlight themes of loyalty’s contrition…
He’ll let us go, until we know, that left hand turn without concerns, shall offer road that’s scotched and burned, and leads one to perdition!
What once was seen as clean and green, took left hand turn to paint obscene, as sovereign nation’s bordered south just opened door, while shutting mouth.
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
The tragedy that won’t let free from grip on mind that aims to please as truth yea see, just may not be, the one that claims to set yea free!
Yea see its human nature’s creature, which just repels good words from preachers, they’ll use the ruse from such confused, to hide the truth while some pass out from to much boozing snoozing…
Thus one should trust that dust to dust and strength of steel may turn to rust, ‘cus forging views from half baked clues and altered mind from faking news may never help expose the truth…
Step back from jacked and knifes in back and all the troubled woes yea knows, which fails to catch a glimpse of sense, in closing eyes to false pretense…
And in such stance of circumstance take inventory’s glory, and on a scale of weighted worth since birth, take measure of thy width of girth while walking upright on the earth?
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
In breaking laws designed for all just what defense in climbing fence can offer up exempts pretense that justifies deserving?
Did contortions from abortions cause partition from ambitions, and result in war’s attrition loosing worthy for more birthing?
No regards for all the traffic at the border of disorder, that’s been attacking ICE’s tracking of contriving left from Biden…
Some have panicked ’bout Hispanic’s desire to aspire, and the offensive in all the blending that of late is showing trending…
And in such gumption ’bout compunction did inaction’s cause reductions to the native population, which has lead to a persuasion that could justify invasion?
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing!
Thus in cause of such a pause, did the game subverted our laws, and on just such an occasion turned blind eye to need’s invasion?
Those with hands upon the wheel, use the press to gain appeal, for the infused of population ’twas just absent such speculation…
In such social engineering, ain’t it oh so clear ’bout who is steering, and who’s in charge of what’s appearing, by the hands that’s caused the veering?
In selection of progression it’s now clear that a abduction and reduction in the native population has a redesign of our great nation, that’s been caused by the invasion…
If yea have doubts in speculations, then why have leaders been on vacation, opened door to long and patient, that gave great cause from such sensations?
Oh City of Lost Angeles, yea now have broken wing, and have lost thy voice for choice in tune that yea could one day sing, if not had broken wing!
Michael Chaffee
7-4-25
