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Oct 2013
Lonesome night I hear you suffer
In the midst of all this
Of all this misery & decay
All this misery & decay disguised
Disguised as profit & growth
A glorious profit & growth that
Somehow sweeps the nation
And takes on all that it passes
And passes itself off as something
Something admirable and good, while
Other such similar things are thought
To be held in contempt
This is how it holds its power
This is how it remains on the mind
Its crafty work
In remaining here
Will not go unobserved
We are watching and will report
You think you’ve gotten away with it
But we’ve got news for you
phocks
Written by
phocks  Brisbane, Australia
(Brisbane, Australia)   
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