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"alligence" poems
The Star-Spangled Banner are Our Mangled Mannerisms © Matthew Harlovic
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Pledge Alligence - 10w
the value of Money is relative, (relatively speaking) giving power and prestige to a prestigeless Nation (filled with Cash cow cheese eaters) (business-men drunk wife beaters) (game players and cheaters) and, to me, at least, it seems so cheap but my idols are now sheep (and slaves) in this country. Slaves, for what? ask not, "what?" but "why?" do you do for your Country! why do you pledge Alligence? why do you give them Power? why do you make their Money? "if Money is worthless then so are you" it is not true. they've taught you this but you never knew. (and now you do). eliminating need for interaction eliminates protest eliminates people (like me) if your mind is free they detest (if your hair is grey and your ******* sag they say "dye" and "lift".) die and left, the left and right and all the little wars we fight- they don't matter with no morality left. give me equality- I'll give you my TV. (DVD, CD, Phone, Plane, Car) (My Days Will Be Sunny But Have Fun With Your money.)
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Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
Money
Broken World, Broken Girl, Broken Home, Broken Children, Broken Love, Broken People. When will this world, Be whole again? When will 'love thy negihbor', Become the Pledge of Alligence. It's turned into a brother against brother, And sister against sister. Mothers lose their children to silly causes, And Fathers mourn their losses. When we can dance and laugh together, And a child from one Country, Will laugh and play, With a child from another. When we can forget the past and forge a new future, For our world. Whole World, Whole Girl, Whole Home, Whole Children, Whole Love, Whole People. Let's take the glue and put the earth back together again.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
Broken World, Broken Girl
Home is where the heart is and a place I've never been, nor have I smelled it's flowers or walked it's pastures green. I have not sang it's anthem nor waved it's national flag, I have not pledged alligence to it's every nook and crag. I have not breathed in it's beauty nor have I tasted of it's fair, but my home is where my heart is if you my love live there.
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 8:05 AM UTC
Home is where the heart is