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Why does the government need to know how much I earn?,
You pay your tax for them to burn...
If you work every week they'll take 52!, Days of pay away from you...
Less 10 weeks that's 42 2 for Christmas that's 40 who?,
Struggling cause that's what workers do!!!
But the struggles forced on me and you...


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Archer Mar 18
So you’ll yell at a tree
But simply complain about the forest?
CJ Sutherland Mar 16
Americans
              Want
                 Less
Government
More
Freedom
Here’s                 The  Rub
Official’s
Stratagem
Have Been
At the
Trough
For.        So
Long.       They
Are.                Greedy
Rapid.                         Rats





Inspired songs

1)Money 1973
By Pink Floyd

2) nowhere to run to (nowhere to hide) 1965
By Martha and the Vandellas
BLG Word of the day challenge
March 15, 2025
Stratagem
A stratagem is a trick or plan for deceiving an enemy or for achieving a goal
Malcolm Mar 12
https://youtu.be/7Nr5B_xcbMg

We need no intro

These ******* wanna act like they don’t see the game,
Blind to the system,
they livin’ inside of a chains,
They got you distracted with the money,
cars and the fame,
who ya blame ?
But I see the ones pullin’ strings in the back of the frame,
calling your name,
ain't that a shame.
They poison the food an water,
they be lacin’ the sky with the fumes,
Twistin’ the news so the truth is erased from the room, Kaboom
Tellin’ you lies while they tighten the noose on your neck,
ah ha the terrorist in your head ?
******* control you through fear and a check, check check one two then what you gonna do, while government putting the screws in you
History’s twisted, they shift it,
they bury the fact,
never lacking attacking ******* keep macking,
They censor the rebels with the decimal with the decibels and never let real ones react in fact,
They keep us divided, ignitin’ the fire of hate,
trying to make you brake,
sneering, what's fake
******* be smilin’ while sealin’ our fate, no debate
They taxin’ your breath,
got you workin’ from cradle to grave,
Promise you freedom but keep you a government slave.
They poison your mind,
while they shackle your body in chains,
******* in power just laughin’,
they playin’ these games.
They burn all the books, they been twistin’ the history page,
Drownin’ the facts in a system that’s built like a cage.
They tell you to trust in the rules that they break,
But ******* got secrets they never explain.
They start up the wars, then they send you to die in their name,
While they countin’ their money and watchin’ you drown in the flames.
Every election’s a trick,
it’s a show,
it’s a play,
Same ******* be smilin’ while diggin’ your graves
They keep you distracted with *******, with dollars and pills,
Hopin’ you never wake up, to the system they built.
They censor the voices who tell you the truth,
******* be scared when we step in the booth.
They own all the money, the banks, and the land,
They killin’ the culture and takin’ the brand.
They tell you it’s safe, but they lyin’ instead,
Feedin’ you cancer, then taxin’ the dead.
They floodin’ the hood with the dope and the guns,
Then fillin’ the prisons with daughters and sons.
They teachin’ you not to be strong or be bold,
They want you obedient, easy to mold.
These ******* be watchin’ your every **** move,
Tappin’ your phone,
got a bug in the room.
The drones, politicians,
they using’ machines,
They pushin’ the scripts and they sellin’ you dreams.
They trackin’ your steps through the chip in your hand,
Controllin’ the world with a digital scan.
They keepin’ you poor while they printin’ the cash,
Takin’ your house and they kickin’ your ***.
They tell you to follow,
to listen,
obey,
But real ******* ain’t livin’ that way.
We see through the smoke,
we can tell it’s a lie,

We ready for war—ain’t no fear in our eyes.
Copyright ©️ January 2025
Malcolm Gladwin
Song: Truth
Lyrics: Malcolm Gladwin
January 2025
inkedsolace Feb 4
what is this tyranny,
i see,
creeping and thriving, ever so free,
under your corrupt reign,
my woes are flowering,
thorns ever growing,
misery ever blooming,
yet never relieving,
I'm bound in struggles straightjacket tight,
as you water these weeds that choke my rights,
what can i do to display my dismay,
except lament and cry everyday?
whatthehellhashappenedtoamericasurebutalsotooureraofpeace?
Archer Feb 3
Every bill passed
Every law enforced
And every punished person
And every broken door
Every wall built
Every motion managed
And every battered woman
And every mind damaged
Every code of conduct
Every regulation
And every callous worker
And every police station
Every constitution
Every consequence
And every carried hate crime
And every document
Every proclamation
Every orange dictator
And every child taken
And every righteous debater
All of them have suffered
All of them are dead
And all of them are falling
And all of them have bled
Ayla Grey Jan 29
Piece by piece they're pulling us apart
As Time rips, controversy shreds
As they pull us to our separate oceans
We fight each other again

He won't listen to me speak
They won't let me in this room
The world won't even look at me
For I wear the color blue

He who shares my same last name
She who shares my blood
Shun me because I won't wear red
Wish to cut out my tounge

Society as it's walls grow taller
Pray on friendships demise
Watch it's families break apart
Silence neutral cries

Feed us only our own view point
Teach us to hate the other
Those in power who smile big
As intellectuals shudder

Break us down person by person
Teach us through AI
Bright red armed with insults
My faded blues cry

I don't hate you because you have opinions
Don't hate the red blue or even green
I respect you because you're a person
Why can't you do the same for me
My country continues to grow more and more politically divided. As we all live in our echo chambers the dynamic of humanity falls away.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 19
~
--third transmission--

time to be
less than alive
tube in, tube out

for madmen only
in struggles for utopia

semi-super friends
marching the hate machines
into the sun

the dehydrated sun

smashed into splinters of dead light

keep out of sight
keep behind the light
or it will hunt you down

make you one of
the thin pixelated crowd
washing their sins with stardust

the little hand is overhead...

--losing transmission--
~
Heidi Franke Jan 11
Where you stand now,
can be moved.
It's either you or
the ground.
Is it light you seek
or darkness?
If you remain immovable
Like that thing in the street,
Tripping, your face will meet
The ground, hard.

Lay ****** and bruised,
Defiant as the cement
That slapped your face.
It gets dark real fast
When all you hear is the mold
That lays you to rest.

Be alert and aware like
A library door.
Possibly your unnoticed
Life is awakened by
Words that wrap you with
History and comfort as if
Every minute is the opening
From a wrapper of your
Favourite candy. Live
In the trace of  light
Where you stand.
Listened to The New Yorker on YouTube. Public Defender” follows the work of Heather Shaner, a lawyer representing January 6th rioters, who works to confront America’s political divisions with empathy."
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