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Apr 2015
What are we ?
Just a flock of sheep,
steady standin in line for the lions to eat.
I don't mean to preach,
but it seems to me,
that we ceded control with weak critique.
And,
Who are you?
Another part of the group,
You will never be a predator you will always be food.
Don't be confused.
You were openly used,
you were never a partner you were always a tool.
So,
What path to pick?
Diplomacy's kicked,
it's time to hit the streets with switch blades and bricks.
The system's sick,
the cure for it,
be-head our politicians slip theirs skulls on sticks.
Jacob Christopher
Written by
Jacob Christopher  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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