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. Slaving for wage, Lungs fired by **** Crumbled in pockets Asked for in alleys And never returned To people who give Without question As their own nation Shuns them clearly As their dream beacons All souls to a new kind Of slavery, so silky That oil forgives, oily, All oppressions black Endless, perpetual wars That the slick tongued Are singing for, more Deaths in faraway Places, thirty pieces Of silver for immortal Judas, thirsty for bane Vengeance on innocence Insanity by a rope on tree Familiar strangers who hate Blinded by signs and seals Corrupted in a makeshift Eden That they themselves have Soiled, spoiled, laid barren By the polluted streams, In the bigoted townships Yea, there shall be order Left off in a barren field And all shall see my flag Holey in my tattered jeans.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
America Untied
. Slaving for wage, Lungs fired by **** Crumbled in pockets Asked for in alleys And never returned To people who give Without question As their own nation Shuns them clearly As their dream beacons All souls to a new kind Of slavery, so silky That oil forgives, oily, All oppressions black Endless, perpetual wars That the slick tongued Are singing for, more Deaths in faraway Places, thirty pieces Of silver for immortal Judas, thirsty for bane Vengeance on innocence Insanity by a rope on tree Familiar strangers who hate Blinded by signs and seals Corrupted in a makeshift Eden That they themselves have Soiled, spoiled, laid barren By the polluted streams, In the bigoted townships Yea, there shall be order Left off in a barren field And all shall see my flag Holey in my tattered jeans.
#sorrow#america#poverty#fable#elegy#workers
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
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