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A STEW

TURBLENT WATERS ON THE BOIL

BUBBLING UP FROM DEEP BELOW

BLOOD OF NATIONS

JUST A DROP OR TWO

WILL FIT THE TASTE

TOSS IN GOOD SIZED CHUNKS

OF THE FORGOTTEN

SLOWLY TURNING UP THE BLAZE

THREE PINCHES OF HALF TRUTHS

A CUP OF MISTRUST

WHILST THE BOBBLE HEADS STIR ALL THE WHILE

A POUND OF IGNORANCE MIXED WITH LOTS OF STUPIDITY

AH! ITS A THING OF BEAUTY

ALL SET TO BOIL

THE SMELL OF HELPLESSNESS

PERMEATES ONES SENSES

ALL THE BOBBLE HEADS KEEP THE TURMOL A STUR

NEAR THE END TOSS IN SEVERAL HANDFULLS OF HATE

TO THICKEN THE BROTH

A CUP OR TWO OF RACISM

THREE QUARTERS CUP OF GREED

A HEAPING TABLESPOON OF RELIGIOUS CONFLICT

SERVE WITH A HUGE SLICE OF APATHY ON THE SIDE

 

 

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