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Feb 2013
They build as if we want them
Houses
Places
Prisons with no hope

Layers of life before me
Hide the hidden
Hidden from our view

Workers paid to pay the workers
Slaves to the
Slaves

This is our life
We call it
Laughing life in our face

What hope is held against
us
Fed us every day
The green that is our Soylent

Remember this one day
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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   --- and M Rose
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