Greatest Lie Ever Told.

This is more of a poem I wrote with a symbolism that bothers me a bit. But I don't know what kind of poem this could be... I really don't. Give me a critc.

The Greatest Lie Ever Told

How many songs can they sing of freedom and liberty,
when half the population was wrought with whips and chains.
Taken from their homes and turned to trash they were thrashed,
brought to their knees as servants - once proud people's of a foreign land.
And yet they preach of the lands of liberty
but if patriotism is the acceptance of segregation then I want no part of it.
And if a whip needs to be hanging from my paws, then I want them cut off.

They said that they were treated as pets and they bit the hand that feeds,
but if a collar was on my neck I'd chew too.
And they said God willed it,
But if religion brings equals to trash then I want no scripture.
I'd sooner deny a God than step on my worldly brothers.
Picket sign pop culture, march agenda, conservative ambivalence..
Overturned by the surging cries of "Free at last."

Shot gun diplomacy, killing dead a dream, ringing in the ears as freedom died.
War, scorn, corpses and cadavers sent out to the brink for living in rags.
I can sharpen a bayonet if I could stand with my brothers.
Corporate schemes, modern trusts post hidden agendas, fueling secret wars with bloodstained money.
For the scores of the men that fought along the watchtowers and imagining a better world,
they returned to have lady liberty spit in their faces.
And if a trashbag was wrapped around a score of men, I'd rather denounce freedom.

Anti-drug protesters crowding the airwaves and warning the youth to stop thinking for themselves,
ignorant attitudes that breed homeland wildfires or resurging apprehensive explosions of random violence.
Rainbow flags burned, governmental engineered plagues bringing a culture to the brink,
denial of rights by holy scripture. If I deny my brothers than I'll sooner burn on their stake.
Hate crimes, to gay bashing, to unappreciation.
To the masses joining hands in wanton displays of acceptance.
And if I burn the reason out of my mind, I can join you on the stage and deny the people that cry for freedom.

Hate mongering society tossing sticks and stones at people with tan skin,
jeering Alala, letting ignorance run lives without care for fellow patriots.
IED philosophy, WMD phobias, Oil anarchy - spreading floods of stupidity through generalized media.
Large backs and strong arms squeeze black gold from the veins of barren desserts with the false guise of liberation.
And if love is treachery, then I'll be tried a Benedict Arnold, and if to kill is courageous, then I am yellow bellied.
But I won't sit back and pretend to be free when Black is undesirable, and gay is wrong. When men die for the corporate agenda,
believing in a lie passed with ammunition for a shotgun diplomacy and the spoonfed fabrication of democracy.