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Oct 2017
There is violence on the street
but it’s all foreign **** to me.
Pavements cracked until it bleeds
but that stuff never touches me.
Bombs dropped till no one moves.
Government pay out corporate dues
fat cats swell as they sale
the stuff we use to **** ourselves,
but since it never reaches me
I am free to ignore it,
justifying the lie of America the great and free
while I never ever explore
the life of the children who are poor
and what they are driven to do
cause we ignore them until
they inconvenience us
or there is a profit to be made.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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