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Death of the Protest

Wear your muzzle

and do not protest!

Attendance with others

will end in arrest.

So, keep your mouth shut

and toe our line,

Failure to do so will end

in a fine.

 

Your freedom is gone

for you're just a pawn.

In this game we play,

human rights are withdrawn.

 

Predictively programmed

your mind now is ours.

You entered a ballot,

relinquished your powers.

 

When all said and done

this is your own fault.

Industrial complex,

I dare you revolt.

 

Kaydee.

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Written by
SazKells
Other / Lancashire. UK
Published
Mar 15, 2021
Lines·Words
21·81
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Welcome to your dystopian future.

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#protest#nwo#dystopia#future#virus#agenda2030
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