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Nov 2013
There's panic in the streets
cities fall into silence
it is time the thought police
put their helmets on
while the sirens drone Obey

The trickle of truth
running lost down the gutter
hiding the underground
from the Lords of evil intent
those that smile wave their hands
kings of ******* babbled

**** poor political bandits
without a knife between teeth
the irksome kind
that need to walk the boards
come to our level
and walk the boards of Life

By Christos andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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