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Nov 2015
The smell of tension is in the air

the military are out in force

the rebels are getting ready

let the violence take it's course


Bottles full of gasoline are being prepared

rebels sniggering, we will have the *******

then off they go in masks and hoods

cocktails not for drinking in hand

causing havoc making a stand

on their turf their destituted land


Tension starts with shouting and jeering

perfect political engineering

they watch on cameras the melee

touching themselves at others dismay

sick is this system controlled by the lame

they are just playing blood lust mind games



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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