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is it strange ( or what ? )

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The government can make promises and tell lies

That lead BILLIONS of people into poverty

And MILLIONS into death

And we remain docile and compliant

BUT

should some young soul

Obviously unsure of him or herself

Kinda stammer out some form of

I LOVE YOU

( and clearly not knowing what this means )

and we choose to take these meaningless words

And stretch them into an eternity of

Promises of pure happiness


AND

when the inevitable confusion surfaces

We act so indignant

and get weepy teary

and  bitter and resentful

Cursing and blustering

WHILE

walking serenely thru the

Poverty stricken streets

Amid the corpses

Which we pretend aren't there

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I don't know about you

But I find it strange

::

In fact

I find it

Stranger than strange

( almost deranged )