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On the State of the World, Cont.

We live in a world filled with endless need, And the moral theory of gold and greed. It's cause for anger, but none will ignite, Since we've raised our nation to give up the fight. We hear threats of bombs from distant lands, While lovers are hanged for holding hands. Our perceptions are altered, our ethics are skewed, We've been fed a diet of lies for food. Our time is coming, but it's not the end: It's our oppourtunity to fight and defend Our freedoms, our rights, our country, our lives; Resurrect the goals for which we strive. We've fought their battles, we've worked for their pay, We build their cities: we slave night and day. They've owned our bodies, our souls, and our minds, And in return they have stricken us blind. We've heard their stories, now let's tell ours Before they've turned our country to cowards. We lay down our lives while they reap the rewards. Is this the democracy we're working towards?
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Dec 16, 2012
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