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May 2013
Of all the things I don't understand
Art of war kinda sticks in my head
Impose the will of the lion
On the fear of all mann
Compliance means still just as dead
To the men washed in power
Just a means to an end
Yet,an agenda on blood all the same
Beware as you cower
Do not break as you bend
And know it is all just a game
Yes it seems all of mankind
Is addicted to war
What is taken is driven by greed
In searching for answers I don't wanna find
Behind the green door
I found the reasons we bleed
******, treason and black  genocide
These are but acts of control
And hear we all thought life was only a ride
Not a contest for our very soul.                  Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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