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America.

It seems as if the leader is quelling the storm,

Bringing issues alight that would, in other places, not warrant,

It seems as if the people hug and hold hands,

They sing songs, they speak highly of all and dance,

The heads remain firmly in the sand,

Objectively blind to all other lands,

It seems as if the tension has snapped to bring about

Peace and love.

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Speak your mind, swallow a bullet.

Cooperate conglomerate, sacrifice your fears for propaganda,

Spare the rod, spoil the child,

We are owned without realization,

You can’t even begin to understand.

Youth in revolt, the government spies,

Drone strike your own and wash your hands,

We detain citizens in an act of anti-patriotic terrorism.

This is fascism with two choices every four years,

A system of fictitious democracy and flawed capitalism,

Remains upon the grounds of tribulation and false control.

The sheep control the wolves, the wolves are brainless.

Blood money and cigars that cost more than you’ve made in a year

Bring about our destruction.

We take it like a latex slave awaiting the crop,

We deserve everything we’ve been given because we’re without thought.

I’ve seen soldiers destroy innocent people,

I’ve seen politicians bought for fine dine and arrogant suits.

I’ve seen the weak die for no reason other than a gamble.

I’ve seen you all mindless watching the television.

I’ve seen the way you act as if this government owes you.

I’ve seen you not think at all.

You breathe and waist air, you continue to push

I resist the urge to exist, I can not wait to die,

“Freedom through Death”, a ******* lie,

No one has money, You only get as much freedom as you can buy.

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Jan 28, 2014
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