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Apr 2020
The ****** handed, directors of war, surgical precision fascist bone saws
They set up the stage , put up the walls, sold us a story subjugate the poor
If you deviate from the script, they say its depression, go and swallow the pill from the medical profession
Lobotomised the nation, repression of expression, robots playing parts in the theater of oppression
The theater of oppression is a great deception, using smoke and mirrors, classic misdirection
If you don't want to play that game organize protection, to stop you falling into systems of oppression
You don't have to follow a lead, you could improvise,
sharing skills with others, improve all our lives
A carnival of connections where everyone can thrive, why stay chained on the ground when together we could rise
So to the misfits, rebels and the freaks do not be scared to get out there and greet,
Perform the oppression to people that you meet, as any journey starts by standing on our feet
And do not be scared of ridicule, don't you let people put you down
We are living in a circus, so bring on the ******* clowns.
Written by
Jon Moss  39/Genderqueer/Cardiff, Wales
(39/Genderqueer/Cardiff, Wales)   
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