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Home of the Not-So-Brave

It's hard to be happy in this world.

Constantly we are faced with hardship.

Not only in our own lives, but the lives of others

In the form of media, social or news or television

And it's impossible to hide from it.

We are exposed to everything now

In this age of technology, there is no innocence

There is no privacy or solitude

There is only ignorance to the truth

and lies spewing out of the tongues of dragons

who control the sheep and lead them

to their fiery mouths only to chew them up

and spit them back out to wait until

the next 6 o'clock horror show

Another black kid shot, who cares?

Another mother taken away from her children

Big deal! celebrities go to africa to help

the starving black babies with swollen tummies

while here in the land of the tv slaves and

home of the brave-only-when-it-benefits-me

we refuse to give our third slice of

ultimate supreme extra meat deluxe pizza

to the homeless man living on the street

who hasn't eaten food in days

you threw some out this morning

because it didn't look good to you anymore.

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Published
Dec 10, 2014
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