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I cry beware, there's danger there, But nobody is listening. I raise my voice and twist my face. There are tears glistening. I can see it coming like an ugly beast. Why the hell can't they smell it at least? This is going to be like a four-year tsunami, But sadly, one that won't go away. All the things we know to be destructive Are waiting in the wings. The freedom of us and our nation May not survive this thing. While promises of greatness resonate The putrid smell of recent history So impatiently waits the doom While fools bemoan their misery. The train wreck of modern life Reverberates in the ears of the wise And distractions abound in media While lies are waved before the eyes Of those loo lazy to leave the couch To vote or attend meetings or speak; To stand up for the rights they have Or find the peace they say they seek. The national criminals are thrilled Meanwhile, we are trained to wail And call evil names about trivia; About things like someone’s email And who stands or sits at a game, Or who is fornicating with who While, for some, there is nothing Too immoral some other person can do.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
HELPLESS HARBINGER
I cry beware, there's danger there, But nobody is listening. I raise my voice and twist my face. There are tears glistening. I can see it coming like an ugly beast. Why the hell can't they smell it at least? This is going to be like a four-year tsunami, But sadly, one that won't go away. All the things we know to be destructive Are waiting in the wings. The freedom of us and our nation May not survive this thing. While promises of greatness resonate The putrid smell of recent history So impatiently waits the doom While fools bemoan their misery. The train wreck of modern life Reverberates in the ears of the wise And distractions abound in media While lies are waved before the eyes Of those loo lazy to leave the couch To vote or attend meetings or speak; To stand up for the rights they have Or find the peace they say they seek. The national criminals are thrilled Meanwhile, we are trained to wail And call evil names about trivia; About things like someone’s email And who stands or sits at a game, Or who is fornicating with who While, for some, there is nothing Too immoral some other person can do.
brent-kincaid
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
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