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it ain’t got to be so complicated knowledge should be available free and running like water streams and **** love should not be incarcerated neither should dreams be lacerated amongst barbed wire fences and **** no body parts should feed the desert no last breaths should be taken at the edge of dreams why is it gotta be so **** complicated? Filling out papers and **** Singing hymns and chants to the empire Why should some hide their red While others call it patriotism? Yet, the sinister of their practice is glorified and praised and **** Praised like Jesus.. en el nombre de Cristo Jesus A pregnant woman left to starve While pedestrians watched And children recorded Children, Children beaten by life Children who beat other children unconscious Drug dealing children Prostitute children Illegal alien children Poor children Poor colored children Why has **** got to be so complicated? We as a society feed off their flesh Their voice, their fall from grace We feast off their broken spirits Cash checks over their corpses And we demand more What type of society are we That we demand doom While claiming privilege and ****
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
lacerated dreams
it ain’t got to be so complicated knowledge should be available free and running like water streams and **** love should not be incarcerated neither should dreams be lacerated amongst barbed wire fences and **** no body parts should feed the desert no last breaths should be taken at the edge of dreams why is it gotta be so **** complicated? Filling out papers and **** Singing hymns and chants to the empire Why should some hide their red While others call it patriotism? Yet, the sinister of their practice is glorified and praised and **** Praised like Jesus.. en el nombre de Cristo Jesus A pregnant woman left to starve While pedestrians watched And children recorded Children, Children beaten by life Children who beat other children unconscious Drug dealing children Prostitute children Illegal alien children Poor children Poor colored children Why has **** got to be so complicated? We as a society feed off their flesh Their voice, their fall from grace We feast off their broken spirits Cash checks over their corpses And we demand more What type of society are we That we demand doom While claiming privilege and ****
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
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