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Mar 2017
Bummed
picking up the crumbs
People grown numb
all craving green thumbs
No one is abundant as the fed who sits atop
the heaping pile of people who are slowly reaping crops

Separated
wrongly legislated
Segregate and weaken
before unties peaking
Some will see the lies
others live their lives
Without batting eyes
toward a kins demise

Another one who's babbling of peace and unity
cumbersome is life when your unchained untruly free
My eyes were tightly shut
but even then i felt
As if the cards at hand
where incorrect when dealt..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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