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Dec 2018
It's my skin,
It's my body,
It's my right to autonomy,
One voice killed democracy,
Now we function an autocracy.

Voices in crescendo can't drown out hypocrisy,
Masters of misinformation our media of aristocracy,
My Brain is my own & not owned by mediocracy,
If it's about me don't leave it to bureaucracy.

I don't trust the pigs in power,
Fat cats & waxing rats complacent on the 11th hour,
I don't care for your platitudes your words betray your attitudes,
Flowers sent when a life is spent frozen on the streets.

Capitalism found a way to charge the homeless,
People blink but don't think & act so boneless,
A country which allows itself to starve is shameless,
But politician point fingers and have the nerve to act blameless.
Harry Roberts - Crescendo
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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   Shiv Pratap Pal
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