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"abolishment" poems
Teasing the beast Looking for a feast Hounds barking at our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Compartmentalizing symptom after symptom To hide the great systematic sickness Labeling the suffering, outcome from desire We, wholeheartedly accepting being Appropriated, labeled, discarded As construing our own oppression and sadness Enduring the **** of our minds Being castrated of our consciousness Before we reap the products Of its bold liberation and grandness Its the belly of the beast And its hungry Insatiable, amoral entrails Hoping to salvage a feast From the casualties of d(e)moc(ratic) wars Hoping we feed our monstrous fear Thirsting for the greed Dripping off of accumulating wealths Impatiently waiting, we keep parceling out grudges Disfiguring our minds, our souls, and our bodies Its misanthropic nature lashes out without conscience Knowing we'll never realize we are masses Disappearing the individuals who realize their suffering Ensuring there's no collective opposition or action Trying to reassure we are weak Knowing at some point or another We all act mute, deaf, and blind when anyone experiences: Oppression Pain Silencing **** Hunger Fear Violence Repression Retaliation Discrimination Torture Negation Alienation All forms of mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual mutilation Fearing death more than fighting for necessary abolishment Preferring to live out our veiled miseries Endorsing their continuance Instead of risking our lives for everyone's liberation Always ensuring the feast of the beast By its very efforts trying to decree our very human nature Ingraining greed, fear, animosity, and weakness as if inherent of us All parts of its most damaging weapon: the seed of discord Its implantation, a socialized deep desire for self-preservation Sheep bleating painfully toward our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Signifying the impending recapturing Of our true transformative desires
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Rescuing Our True Transformative Desires
Teasing the beast Looking for a feast Hounds barking at our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Compartmentalizing symptom after symptom To hide the great systematic sickness Labeling the suffering, outcome from desire We, wholeheartedly accepting being Appropriated, labeled, discarded As construing our own oppression and sadness Enduring the **** of our minds Being castrated of our consciousness Before we reap the products Of its bold liberation and grandness Its the belly of the beast And its hungry Insatiable, amoral entrails Hoping to salvage a feast From the casualties of d(e)moc(ratic) wars Hoping we feed our monstrous fear Thirsting for the greed Dripping off of accumulating wealths Impatiently waiting, we keep parceling out grudges Disfiguring our minds, our souls, and our bodies Its misanthropic nature lashes out without conscience Knowing we'll never realize we are masses Disappearing the individuals who realize their suffering Ensuring there's no collective opposition or action Trying to reassure we are weak Knowing at some point or another We all act mute, deaf, and blind when anyone experiences: Oppression Pain Silencing **** Hunger Fear Violence Repression Retaliation Discrimination Torture Negation Alienation All forms of mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual mutilation Fearing death more than fighting for necessary abolishment Preferring to live out our veiled miseries Endorsing their continuance Instead of risking our lives for everyone's liberation Always ensuring the feast of the beast By its very efforts trying to decree our very human nature Ingraining greed, fear, animosity, and weakness as if inherent of us All parts of its most damaging weapon: the seed of discord Its implantation, a socialized deep desire for self-preservation Sheep bleating painfully toward our ears Vultures flying up ahead Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse Signifying the impending recapturing Of our true transformative desires
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There is a line                                                                         That none dare to cross On one side is riches                                                                              On the other is loss The thing that stops them Strikes fear like a wraith It's the "truth" of deception In those who have faith One side is worse                                    But ignorance is bliss                                                                                   You cannot cross over                                                             Or in your next life you'll regress In                there          no                reality                is          line The            line       within only           is     The line has been caste                                                     down But they ignore its abolishment
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
The Line
To everyone Subjected Arrested And put to rest In a coffin I apologize to every single person that isn't apart of the majority I apologize for a race so far into themselves they fail to see murals Because lately all they've cared about is how simple a blank white canvas is The only way to make art is to have color Lately I've turned off the news because of how embarrassed I am Of a country that undermines success of women Takes rights from gay people And openly ****** black boys and men and women in this country But walk away to their white houses With their white families And teach their white kids That this is America That America isn't slowly turning into a second holocaust slowly killing off everyone who isn't their definition of pure Except instead of chambers This deadly gas is inhaled by us everyday Because it hasn't stopped And more people That have seen Black boys Fall from a bullet Walk away without conviction This poem was written to make Every splinter in a wood coffin of a Martyr to shake To hear what I am saying And not to accept my apology For years of abolishment But to understand that we don't all come from hate And that every time I am told I am the problem I just say I'm sorry Because Of my race Not me Black fathers shouldn't have to call their sons to be safe when walking home Mothers shouldn't have to tell daughters that it's okay to be just a housewife It's only okay to do what you want So do what you want Stand up And never stand down
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
An Open Letter To The Other Side Of The Barrier
To everyone Subjected Arrested And put to rest In a coffin I apologize to every single person that isn't apart of the majority I apologize for a race so far into themselves they fail to see murals Because lately all they've cared about is how simple a blank white canvas is The only way to make art is to have color Lately I've turned off the news because of how embarrassed I am Of a country that undermines success of women Takes rights from gay people And openly ****** black boys and men and women in this country But walk away to their white houses With their white families And teach their white kids That this is America That America isn't slowly turning into a second holocaust slowly killing off everyone who isn't their definition of pure Except instead of chambers This deadly gas is inhaled by us everyday Because it hasn't stopped And more people That have seen Black boys Fall from a bullet Walk away without conviction This poem was written to make Every splinter in a wood coffin of a Martyr to shake To hear what I am saying And not to accept my apology For years of abolishment But to understand that we don't all come from hate And that every time I am told I am the problem I just say I'm sorry Because Of my race Not me Black fathers shouldn't have to call their sons to be safe when walking home Mothers shouldn't have to tell daughters that it's okay to be just a housewife It's only okay to do what you want So do what you want Stand up And never stand down
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First they decentralise secondly they marginalise then they criminalise and all the lies make you believe that you're the bad guys. Nothing changes what is and can be, democracy was a pipe dream in Ancient Greece which was sold on and we hold on to the dream. Criminal records play a very poor tune, the sooner you realise that what lies ahead is not what you thought of, you'd be better off dead, but the triumph begins when our sins are absolved by the abolishment of parliament and the reinstatement of choice, what choice do we have?what more do we need? How about enough food to feed the family? If I could weave you a story then I'd spin you a yarn. The potter and his pottery, dull clay on the wheel can you feel how the spin turns and starts to begin when a shape takes its form and is that not sheer poetry by the potter and his pottery? No one kills you with kindness, but with kindness they will and the World will become a still place ruled over with one face, stern, unartistic, sick and pliable the people are liable to fall under the wheel again, can you feel again, is this not another poetry by the famous, is it some adultery by the nameless, add 'lise' on the ends of all words and are they not shameless? Blameless? I don't think any of us are.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
The fifty ninth intifada
walking the concrete pave i started to feel a bulging softness in my liver, just the sheer balloonness of it, not attached to any bone, it was too much for me, i had to walk into the greenbelt darkness to feel the soft pouches of earth beneath the feet and banish all livery sentiments of the silken doughy thought, and in there i said: with the abolishment of asylums psychiatry has become evermore bothersome, imagine if the churches were closed and priests freely roamed, not since henry the eight such travesty, with it, psycho-synthesis and very little psychoanalysis: because who the hell would diagnose a child of two with some symptoms accumulative as a.d.h.d.? where's the: climb a tree break a leg then tango on with crutches?
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
the future of it all
Birds of a feather flock together/ We have no feathers so we run together/ as individuals Two heads are better than one And that's the minimum Requirement/ The outcome is determined by the general Acknowledge it/ Follow good leaders and lead good followers The problem is no ones up to solving it/ A select a few Perpetual intellectuals The Rest vegetables War what is it good for Abolishment/ Eradication From savagery Toward civilization Now savage nation Prerogative/ Granted/ Provocative Inclination we hoist   pedantic's/ components change But The operating basis stays the same Famished/ hungry for change Dollars are appetizing 6 million ways To do nothing Tragic/ Feeding Negativity Food for thought Absolute positivity postulate/ No man stands alone Obvious/ so start Until you build your on Conglomerate/ Aggregate with Those that's dominant Then accomplish it Anything else Is a zombie pit/ Walking dead Become prominent Set precedent Become astonishing/ It's all in Following good leaders And leaders  good followers/
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
Clichéd Articles
I extend out my arm, just as far as it can go, I covet things you know, More things can be the answer to all my dreams, The abolishment of my pain, An ending to my loneliness, And even buy me friends. There is nothing they say, that money can't buy, It's a proven panacea. I want to be a Has, and not a Has Not, And I want everyone to see it. The only real problem is I guess, That my grasp it seems, Can't begin to match my reach.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Reach
Produced the reduced use of deuced youth as well fall flat on back relapse of a matter oh’ fact there is no reason to bring back the lack of acts that have collapsed as endorse isn’t the course we force the indorsed remorse’s horse it how it sounds from the round about turned down, wrapped around the mound of wound bounds traced as we wish to erase the missed ace am disgraced to waste the space from haste it is misplaced finding grace abducted, while we are interrupted so disruptive all corrupted instructed that we be introduced to a new place to set loose then choose to roost. Audible is honorable when placed in space of a new disgrace we haste to chase the base relate the mate is gallant, accordant abeyant to reliant now defiant why deny, when have tried to reply the unquestionable supply of high relies reprieved cephalized isn’t the aim to gain the same remains of main stained for blame, have strained the aim of shame to restrain the bargain attain then pass the refrain again the demand to stand on the right hand of man as have banned the uttermost do tend to boast then coast on to deposed what isn’t supposed to mean the most. Regulate the agitate of will you wait till the proper date to calibrate where we have done, what have become after having won no youth refund underhung rung the reliefs beliefs in this we speak to realize have agonized the civilized tho don’t deprive for now do thrive from abrasive wise isn’t lies relented the dependent to sentence the pendent, abolishment of what was, have turned around the have does, to what wasn’t because of we lock without a knock of shock we stopped and sought to sample of what before couldn’t handle now we have another hand ful to dandle.
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
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Produced the reduced use of deuced youth as well fall flat on back relapse of a matter oh’ fact there is no reason to bring back the lack of acts that have collapsed as endorse isn’t the course we force the indorsed remorse’s horse it how it sounds from the round about turned down, wrapped around the mound of wound bounds traced as we wish to erase the missed ace am disgraced to waste the space from haste it is misplaced finding grace abducted, while we are interrupted so disruptive all corrupted instructed that we be introduced to a new place to set loose then choose to roost. Audible is honorable when placed in space of a new disgrace we haste to chase the base relate the mate is gallant, accordant abeyant to reliant now defiant why deny, when have tried to reply the unquestionable supply of high relies reprieved cephalized isn’t the aim to gain the same remains of main stained for blame, have strained the aim of shame to restrain the bargain attain then pass the refrain again the demand to stand on the right hand of man as have banned the uttermost do tend to boast then coast on to deposed what isn’t supposed to mean the most. Regulate the agitate of will you wait till the proper date to calibrate where we have done, what have become after having won no youth refund underhung rung the reliefs beliefs in this we speak to realize have agonized the civilized tho don’t deprive for now do thrive from abrasive wise isn’t lies relented the dependent to sentence the pendent, abolishment of what was, have turned around the have does, to what wasn’t because of we lock without a knock of shock we stopped and sought to sample of what before couldn’t handle now we have another hand ful to dandle.
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I think it's stupid How I refuse to use straws Because of a video I watched one time Of one stuck in a sea turtle's nostril. Or how there is really only the illusion of choice And statistics from unreliable resources Making us feel better or worse About our decisions. I tell myself to quit sugar But honestly I just like my lattes Sickeningly Sweet Like the love stories I thought could be under nooks Around the corners Of everyday life. I like ice cream on winter days Hot tea in the suns of summer A walking talking irony A bulb on its way to burning out Sputtering in the half-eaten room No one wants to go in to change it. It's not my fault The walls dissolve And that same chord is continually played on the piano In the corner of the upstairs closet. It's not my fault Cameras don’t bring me security But sensitivity to my own identity. Dissolution into absolution Abolishment of egocentrism And always, The illusion of choice Hanging in the rafters chattering.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Modification
We are living in a dictatorship, a tyrant is at large. The Aristocrats are clawing on to their wealth and privilage Ebenezer Scrooge pales in all spectrum The Peasants awakened in anguish, brews a tempestous whirlwind. Torches brought to life, roaring ******* flames of justice Torture’s a friendly foe, the time for lamenting has been extinguished.   Directing their stubby fingers, master of guile, stroking their overgrown stomach “Leech the Swines! Bury their bodies, all but their sham crown Garlands of heads, draped on my wall.” A source of warmth for the winter’s plight, A trophy triumphing the seeds of abeyance Desolating fate is sealed by this stern decree.   Free hand-reading; not requiring an oracle. “Am I not a benevolent King?” **** out the roots. One by one, **** out the roots of evil. For the root of all evil is good. The peasants thin and scrawny. Hunger, their morning advocate and evening lover- Lusting to sink their teeth in to Pride.   The Nobel robed in mulberry silk making love to a ********** pastry, birthed by a coinless ******* Ascended into the abyssal inner circle of Hell   Those armoured with royal blood adorned in leather costumes -vagrants cannot discriminate- slaughtered while Mercy slumbers. **** the aristocrats, for they are selfish! The abolishment of poverty, the bane of the Monarchical eradication   A diabolical scheme! Says the soulless estranged with peace.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Satire
Human beings are reckless developments. Our minds are to destroy. Let me explain, you see human beings are the only species with the concept of self-destruction without a real purpose. Do you comprehend? Let me clarify by giving you a scenario. Close your eyes. Well, figuratively you need to read this first. You just moved into the most beautiful house you could ever imagine. The one you’ve been envisioning since you were a wee child. Now, you sit on your comfy couch and just relax in your beautiful new house. You have everything you could possibly want, but now you’re bored. Getting used to the décor you once thought unique and beautiful. You decide you want more, something different, something better. You go into the kitchen and notice there is something not quite right. I should smash that wall, you think to yourself. Create an open concept. So, that is exactly what you do, tear up that wall. What once was beautiful is now gone. What you once held as a goal is now your past. But you have that open concept you never wanted now. That my friend is how the human mind works we destroy to create. Yet, what we don’t realize is that we hardly appreciate the goodness of which is given to us. The goodness of which we have always dreamt. We become comfortable. We become bored. And the vicious cycle for more embellishes and plagues our keen minds. We destroy to become. We destroy for it. It being us, our species. Us being our brain. The brain being our end. Because one day, it will become so powerful that we, our own species, will become too dull for our own senses and we will push our own mortality, our own meaning to the point of abolishment. And that folks will the culmination of our reckless development to extinction.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Reckless Developments
Human beings are reckless developments. Our minds are to destroy. Let me explain, you see human beings are the only species with the concept of self-destruction without a real purpose. Do you comprehend? Let me clarify by giving you a scenario. Close your eyes. Well, figuratively you need to read this first. You just moved into the most beautiful house you could ever imagine. The one you’ve been envisioning since you were a wee child. Now, you sit on your comfy couch and just relax in your beautiful new house. You have everything you could possibly want, but now you’re bored. Getting used to the décor you once thought unique and beautiful. You decide you want more, something different, something better. You go into the kitchen and notice there is something not quite right. I should smash that wall, you think to yourself. Create an open concept. So, that is exactly what you do, tear up that wall. What once was beautiful is now gone. What you once held as a goal is now your past. But you have that open concept you never wanted now. That my friend is how the human mind works we destroy to create. Yet, what we don’t realize is that we hardly appreciate the goodness of which is given to us. The goodness of which we have always dreamt. We become comfortable. We become bored. And the vicious cycle for more embellishes and plagues our keen minds. We destroy to become. We destroy for it. It being us, our species. Us being our brain. The brain being our end. Because one day, it will become so powerful that we, our own species, will become too dull for our own senses and we will push our own mortality, our own meaning to the point of abolishment. And that folks will the culmination of our reckless development to extinction.
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Satisfaction lingers The inherent bliss that warms The buried fears that flounder, The abolishment of qualms The radiant glow materialises Substantiating to a path Hop onto the luminescence Guiding you to your guard I am a container A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim With affection in a golden hue The amber nectar seeping in abundance As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways As I bleed and stand on crystal shards An empty vessel yields no spirit From the empty barrel that remains For a heart devoid of soul would not Display nor muster I am the light that dissipates Yet the darkness brought me back It does not leave me alone Why does it clamp itself to my back Get it off Get it off me GET.    IT.    OFF.    ME! It does not leave me alone It does not               leave me     alone It does not    leave      me alone It        does not leave   me        alone It          does                         not                                     leave                                                                                                  It doesn't...
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
Depraved sunlight
You are the light that shined on my darkest days The answer to every prayer that I have ever prayed A sign of hope that you'd hear people say From here on out everything will be ok I can compare you to a fluke accident Because I found you while in a worst predicament On your white horse you arrived in astonishment And saved me from an absolute abolishment Words are not enough to describe The overjoyed feeling I feel inside To have finally found someone to confide And tell the whole world that you are mine
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Confide
The place was the unexpected carefree host Of several tipsy nights wetted By friendly toasts and temporary infatuations, Lasting the duration granted By gulping red clepsydras measuring Time with the flow of inebriating substances. My passion alas soon drove to the abolishment Of such street hours of darkness to the benefit Of clarity, concentration and sobriety, For the unfolding of a novel awaiting Virtual carbon particles to stain Imaginary paper pages. The place hence became my daylight salon, Betaking myself to it, a necessary resolution To having a semblance of social life, a foot In the “real” world, while taking a compulsory break From self-relegation to the seclusion Of my private abode and imagination. The sun, a spotlight directed on the thespians, Lifting the nocturnal curtains, to unveil their act. The stage, a familiar space for adult orphans, Searching in Bacchus casual company. Amongst the heterogeneous lot, a tall, big-lipped Man, plays reminiscences of Tambourines. His wide smile uncovers chipped white teeth, Clashing with the colour of his skin. The first time I saw him he was giddily bragging Of recent dates made of sandwiches eaten Sheltering from heat, in the fresh vegetable department Of the discount down the road, from his apartment. Incredulously I believed him, until he told me not to, As of then he would be, my new befitted friend. The big time dealer serving the entire region, Always there when you need him, To take care of the kids or escort you to the dentist When in pain and to the other side of the city. Notorious for going out of his way for others, Generous with time, kind words, smiles and money, His job does not define him yet completes The spreading euphoria his presence bestows Upon those who look for him or those Who simply stumble into him, by chance.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
The Dealer
The place was the unexpected carefree host Of several tipsy nights wetted By friendly toasts and temporary infatuations, Lasting the duration granted By gulping red clepsydras measuring Time with the flow of inebriating substances. My passion alas soon drove to the abolishment Of such street hours of darkness to the benefit Of clarity, concentration and sobriety, For the unfolding of a novel awaiting Virtual carbon particles to stain Imaginary paper pages. The place hence became my daylight salon, Betaking myself to it, a necessary resolution To having a semblance of social life, a foot In the “real” world, while taking a compulsory break From self-relegation to the seclusion Of my private abode and imagination. The sun, a spotlight directed on the thespians, Lifting the nocturnal curtains, to unveil their act. The stage, a familiar space for adult orphans, Searching in Bacchus casual company. Amongst the heterogeneous lot, a tall, big-lipped Man, plays reminiscences of Tambourines. His wide smile uncovers chipped white teeth, Clashing with the colour of his skin. The first time I saw him he was giddily bragging Of recent dates made of sandwiches eaten Sheltering from heat, in the fresh vegetable department Of the discount down the road, from his apartment. Incredulously I believed him, until he told me not to, As of then he would be, my new befitted friend. The big time dealer serving the entire region, Always there when you need him, To take care of the kids or escort you to the dentist When in pain and to the other side of the city. Notorious for going out of his way for others, Generous with time, kind words, smiles and money, His job does not define him yet completes The spreading euphoria his presence bestows Upon those who look for him or those Who simply stumble into him, by chance.
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Her riot forced her into predomination Of all the abolishment this was The final end She played the game Far too long To not give in But to leave All for once And all at once Blackhole ****** thru me Turned toward The torched Sun Only to peel the bleached infectious skin Vibrating in the Noise I call THE WIND It whispers at first Then turns up the volume To see a traveling herse Jokingly I submerse my body Only to find that the Purest necter Negotiated on that tree The vines wrapped around my leg Wouldnt Let me Go Thru it Around it It wanted to eat me whole And so I let it For a season maybe two But wasn't this the me I'd hoped for lived with It gets confusing And this mess Looks like a mess A pig stye room And after eating dinner She roast a toast To her dead lovely awaiting Husband Patiently they walked up and over The corpses law Jagged and weary Their bones fell Into each other Lost they put the Wrong pieces together And now he's she And him is her Everything doesn't Make sense Except for true earth Which vibrates At a frequency That is drums like WIND Like fire Like all the crusted attire These women warmed me with Nothing beats the flesh Of another true warrior Nothi,e and I mean NOTHING REUNITES AS IMPALLING AS HIS FLESH RIPPENING FOR HIS OWN URGES Kisses by sins nature He throws shame and anger Meeting her at the door He greets his afterstare
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
Sinister Confessions
The sky still blue and spacious our fields grow golden grains snow capped mountains are still viewed in placid reflecting pools fruits and nuts are upon our trees but as for brotherhood between the seas the good has become harder to find our light has dimmed They came seeking relief from religious oppression only to convert and pervert what they found their freedom meant the abolishment of the ways of the new world they had come to with violence and death taking more land there was no self control no liberty no real law other than might made right for the new people did not honor their god and were deserving of death These were not heroes they did not liberate the peoples of this new land they showed no mercy there was nothing noble or divine in their treatment not of the peoples nor of the lands that they found They had a dream of great alabaster cities built them but today these are filled with empty dilapidated buildings the homeless and the violence that built them tears run down the cheeks of mothers and fathers losing their sons and daughters tears are shed by the victims of the religious extremism that was seeded in those early times How can we continue to sing America The Beautiful?
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
The Song No Longer Rings True