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Jun 2010
circling round the peasants
who dumbly wait

the broken peasants
of the here and now

who trust their nation
and now pay the price

who fear false terrorists
but not  real ones

who think somehow
it will all go away

the death and desease
and the emptiness

god is truly dead
but you surely dwell

it aint heaven
but it aint really hell

we are so dumbly
aghast as the plan

to enslave or ****
encircles the land

etc
etc

etc etc
Written by
jeffrey robin
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