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Wear your muzzle and do not protest! Attendance with others will end in arrest. So, keep your mouth shut and toe our line, Failure to do so will end in a fine. Your freedom is gone for you're just a pawn. In this game we play, human rights are withdrawn. Predictively programmed your mind now is ours. You entered a ballot, relinquished your powers. When all said and done this is your own fault. Industrial complex, I dare you revolt. Kaydee.
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
Death of the Protest
I Am human I was born, I, For reasons I Don't Know, I Am conscious I Want what is mine. The only planet I might ever touch with my toes in my lifetime, the only planet that our children may ever, is in constant flux as humankind fights on high between the minds that can't decide on the price of life in this land of freedom, minds on high that can't decide if a government should protect its citizens' best interests or preach individualism until the best is a corporate Wild West. Until when? The time Has come. It is. You can see it. Look what you've built. Gaze upon social implosion and cry. I Am nothing With Out This Blessing I Am a part Of the We as the Us. You want to see God? Feel your face with your hands. Look at yourself in the mirror. Assess what you've become. At some point in time, The value of commodity Became The value of a human life At some point in time, The value went intangible Became the money We need, when Our leaders all fritter Fiat funds For access to guns and bombs. (Bigger and Better, Baby) (❤)
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
I as We as Us
Little children with screaming ribs Bulging eyes and feeble limbs Stomachs filled with empty meals Spirits broken in penury Growing up unevenly Economically and socially Basic needs are luxuries With less than one dollar coming in Choices robbed,  Options deprived The pendulum swings Absolute and Relative Survival chance Is dreary bleak Cycle so vicious,  Our hatred grows Like Perseus,  Our own heroes We must now become Slaying the beast at every turn For like Medusa , Poverty is a dreadful Monster With vices for hair But not immortal ©Belema .S. Ekine
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
PENDULUM