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Apr 2015
I'm word dribbling my own vision
My vision of a non conformist
Sleeping in the mud
A sign of peace and love
This man is being beaten with his own shoes, what shoes ?!
His dying from madness
Is anyone there ?!!!
Humans they see ,but just they sit and watch
Blood and tears
They soak it up, they love it
They feed off it but enough is enough
Tunnel vision is all I see, on a mission to what ?
Slavery ? To join the herds of sheep that pass my way ?
No we can't
We need our say!!!!
Tamika Dakota
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Tamika Dakota  Australia
(Australia)   
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