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Dec 2013
Only those who are asleep
still believe in the American dream.
Nothing is as it seems.
Although we are still great,
our people full of the future,
our land has been overrun by righteous moochers.
They sit on their false thrones,
growing fat on our toil
while they poison our soil.
Our schools are a joke;
teachers teaching what to think instead of how.
We are all as captive as the sad meat cow.
There is still hope,
we can still be free
but first people have to see
that this world is in trouble,
our mother is in peril
for she's valued less than a stinking oil barrel.
If you have her heart and want to fight,
do be cautious,
the government has eyes that watch us.
Revolution won't be easy,
and I don't think we're ready
but unrest is sure growing steady.
Stand up for Lady Liberty,
cry out for freedom
because our soldiers need somebody to lead 'em.
Written by
Nikki
633
   Naptural Mermaid
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