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Jun 2017
A dictatorship in disguise, a sultan in a suit;
Obey, comply, now repeat after me.
Pay your taxes, do what we say, go to work,
And then tell yourself, "I am free."

There should be no gods, there should be no kings;
Only man. Man, and his expression.
Yet money rules all, dividing and conquering
Promoting oppression.

We are afraid of the enemy attacking from outside,
Wary, like a skater on thin ice;
Unaware that the enemy is the one
Who demands allegiance, at a price.

Blindly following, never questioning;
Is this the world we are to bring children in?
Innocence won’t last, humanity won’t be itself;
We shall be an empty shell, hollow within.
For all those who feel the relentless boot of oppression, stepping on their windpipes.
Julian Delia
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Julian Delia  24/M/Malta
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