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Dec 2016
Why are you naked and stood in the road.

I am protesting for others who are enslaved in the east.
They work in sweatshops and are tortured for greed.
Making shirts for shops to sell to you
Cheaper and cheaper your hands has their blood.

Come inside get cleaned up you're filthy too please oh please let me help you.

I can't because oil companies exploited a tribe and poisoned their water and all of them died.
So your heating is shamefull and your water is theft.
Take off your clothes and join me instead.


Well lets get some food and at least check you out, that cough sounds bad and the sores can be dressed.
You can't fight their cause if you're starving to death.

You food is the product of toture and greed
The beasts are in cages and slaughtered in fear
Your crops are GM and killing the earth, become a vegan you know it makes sense.

So all that I have and all that I do is offensive to you?
You're a product of that, with your middle class dad who worked to his death so bills could be paid
He paid through the **** and then with his life for your schooling and dance and all you now hate.
You judge me and others as state sponsored **** while you pioisly lecture then sit smoking dope.

That cough that sounds bad will your mum come soon?
Take you to swiftly to the emergency room, private of course and step daddy pays! You're just rebelling and finding your way.
Then Dr will treat you with a little jab. Tested on monkeys in someones lab
He was at the same Uni and you drank with him, he used his degree and did good with it.
We have evolved, be it good or bad
We've made mistakes and some so bad
But fight from within and make that your goal because hugging a tree will just get you cold
Now go find a cause and work for its good
Because you're an embarrassment to all of us!
For Hannah Egbert
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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