When you watch it bleed,
thoughts provoked by unspoken words,
careless whispers,
thrown into turmoil,
vision so blurred that you cannot see,  
you lie to your soul but it already knows the truth,
blind gods and meaningless christs,
swim for the shore,
to horizons lights,
cling to the things that make it alright.

Its the wind
That blows from
The ***** of
Politicians at
Election time

Politicians talk about Entitlement
Yes we are entitled...
To be shot in the street
To fight the pain with ****** in the vein
And drive by's that maim
Entitled...
To crying children
Who can't sleep because they are hungry
To Cockroaches who scurry in the Night
Child Welfare who say we have no Right
To raise our own children
Entitled to be ***** and Beaten
By the Drunk at our Door
Who just came from the Liquor Store
And ****** on our Porch
Because we wouldn't Let him in.
Entitled on and on they rave
And the Money they could Save
Yes we're Entitled to an Early Grave
And an end to suffering

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