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our skyline is hazed and our system a maze the streets are lined with blood and all you see is mud you, political giants billionaires in chairs pretending like you care when all you do is claim its "fair" your lying to the poor as they die on their kitchen floors you are not above humanity even in your mighty vacation house its insanity who are you to say that you are to pave the way: you claim democracy we see hippocracy you cheat the poor to get rich more is it so hard for empathy you arn't charged with a felony your racism defines you *yet somehow they defy you* maybe as you bomb their land and say you are here to save their band look here, ****** can't you see nothing is simply what i seems to be how can you see fault in when you can't even see past the color of skin
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
you can't see clearly
our skyline is hazed and our system a maze the streets are lined with blood and all you see is mud you, political giants billionaires in chairs pretending like you care when all you do is claim its "fair" your lying to the poor as they die on their kitchen floors you are not above humanity even in your mighty vacation house its insanity who are you to say that you are to pave the way: you claim democracy we see hippocracy you cheat the poor to get rich more is it so hard for empathy you arn't charged with a felony your racism defines you *yet somehow they defy you* maybe as you bomb their land and say you are here to save their band look here, ****** can't you see nothing is simply what i seems to be how can you see fault in when you can't even see past the color of skin
i wrote this about american foreign policy, domestic policy, and how racism and power drives the government. i am unhappy with all parties, all processes, and all the various hippocracies america offers the world, as america continues to declare itself as the world savior, with no real justification in doing so besides under gunpoint of nuclear weapons.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
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