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Say Merry Christmas and stuff it

SCREAM!!!

You vicious continent!

Your ignorant words spill from the left and right

Even spoiling the mouths of artist

Poets, Musicians, and the Philosophic scholars

None of them can escape your Ignorant DownFall

LET THEM HAVE IT

I cannot stand to hear their lazy words

SUCH APATHY!!!

None have a care

Idly slipping by in the world

allowing all the excesses and luxuries to be theirs

YET!

the people die slowly, the weak the weary and the poor

Not knowing anything better they lay soundlessly in poverty's grasp

with the dirt, the bugs and the maimed dreams of the delirious

IT MUST BE NICE!

To look down from such a perch

from a lofty view, contented and happy

with the ability for such apathy

the means to never pursue change

WAR!

is that how your politics thrive!?

The mind numbing cold life that embodies such an action

the merciless killing of people young an old only because they are seen as an enemy!!!

YET YOU SIT

high and mighty in your cardboard cut out buildings

sipping the faux ideals from a electronic box!

in hopes of what!!! salvation!!!!

may you drown in your own coffee!

For the First scholars of this new world

once called the americas

believed in the idea that life was not founded on vanity and sloth

Yet they amazed at the adventure to be had

the outdoors were celebrated and discovered

though we have destroyed so much of what we had

we are now entrapped in the technological

forging some ugly grotesque ideal that is all metal and never organic

skew your minds for a second only to see the reality

shake your head in the tormented way that our materials will fail us

for the idea will get out

MONEY PEOPLE ALWAYS SEE SOME ******* PROFIT!!!

what happened to just expression instead of cashing in

LET IT GO!!!

because to hold on to the apathy

to hold on to the material

will just make it more obvious

in how we have faltered

in how we will fail.

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emily-wiemann
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Published
Dec 7, 2011
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