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***** and Others

They chop and burn God's growth,

all sworn under his oath.

Guns in hand,

another Promise Land

just to wipe out the good

because they are told they could.

How are we equal

when Big Brother puts down fights?

Don't bother shielding your rights.

Believe terrorists are everyone.

Your neighbor. Your priest. Yourself.

The one percent we are slaves to,

feed us a chemical brew.

Let's sit back like sheep -

Now don't complain or weep.

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caitlyn-stewart
Scottish
Published
Jun 2, 2012
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