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Dec 2017
Keep ‘em hungry, keep ‘em dumb
Keep ‘em silent, keep ‘em numb
Said the fascist to the master
Make each nun a smoking gun
And then the pastor preachin’ faster then
Said boy why don’t be shy
And then the actor’s ballot caster rolled
The fake news that you buy
With all your pay to playchecks next in line
The soup is gettin’ cold today
‘Cuz poverty’s the crime of every diamond Dozen dreamer with a dollar to their name
Unless they anglicized its meaning
And then made them wear the blame
A badge of shame like scarlet letters
Chained around their right to choose
How Lady Liberty presents herself
In multiethnic hues, or so we’re told and so we Hear, and so we’re taught to hate and fear, Then disappear the past like pastors
And the masters
And the fascist fake-newscasters
But the federal reserve should be the one we’re Goin’ after
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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