Mother ****** is warm
But her blisters
they painfully sear
Life is such
in terror America
The police state
of all that I fear
A schoolyard where
bully's rule is taught
And some sick ****** people
with pit-bull power to flaunt
Our peace
Is by the heel of the boot
A piece
of our leather clenched fist
Your rights
have no might
Whatsoever
When your name
We put it down
on our list
Mother ****** is warm
Yet coldly she icily sneers
I'm your terror America
The police state
in the nightmares
of your fears.
-R.
TX
(06)
Concerning events which occurred to me regarding ***** cops in a *****-dog town.
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