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May 2013
Endless is the long dark night
Read death between these lines
Our choices being, ln black or in white
Or in the grey our conscience designs
I cadence we scream this song of our hate
The tears of the poor are still feeding the elite
Their passion for more they never will sate
As we drowned in this well of defeat
We live in a time shattered by chance
Details of our lives are so cold
The rich and the powerful continue their dance
For the rest you will never grow old
As government's **** for their share of the prize
Dogs of war are assuming control
They smile through your television spinning their lies
Oh, so slowly they piece out your soul
There's nothing left to say or to do
Final card already been played
Know that they own all that ever was you
Guess its true its just how we were made.     Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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