No More Roses
No more Roses at their feet, No more the soldiers thirst to quench. For we are tired of the torture, We are tired of this cities stench.
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No more Roses at their feet, No more the soldiers thirst to quench. For we are tired of the torture, We are tired of this cities stench.
Secrets and hushed words Sins forgiven and souls are purged we're governed by words and never by example Masses struggle whilst you take your next gamble A new breed of Romans the worlds political...
#sundayrepost Where are the protestors demonstrators and youth of today.
O. Pen your mind , don't penalise the rest for errors of the few P. olitical madness to self-preservation their name of the game U.
Open your mind , don't penalise the rest for for errors of the few. Political madness to endure, self-preservation there name of the game.
Not because I am Egyptian but we always find humor in everything. So the new dictator gave a speech yesterday announcing a state of emergency in the cities that lies on the Suez Canal.
The country is on fire And you are comfortable on the chair The young are beginning to tire And you don't seem to really care Death is but a number in your sick head You just twitted your...
A chant that makes my heart sing. "Down with the regime". Let's fly on freedom's wings. Was terrified that some would ask for reform. Was terrified that we are all tired from this endless storm.
How can it be. That sales have increased, People want to protect themselves, Now children are deceased. I just don't get it. I just don't understand. The logic of arming oneself, Guns should be...
Dear Mr President. You can go to hell. You fled your palace. A coward with nothing to tell. Using democracy to become a dictator. Run away from here and don't come later.
Today we gathered in the name of the martyrs. Who gave their lives shouting "Bread, Freedom and social equality". Today we are continuing their dream not hiding from the political vultures.
Rise and shine. All women and all men. Stand in line. Everyone grab ten. Tomorrow is the day. To grab our freedom. Don't let them scare you away. No matter what, we shall defeat them.
Where are the protestors, demonstrators and youth of today.
Honest men working to feed their families Plebs in slums are all the wealthy elite sees Three hundred years ago when the highlands were green Men noble in title betrayed their countrymen in a manner...
Democracy, hypocrisy they are obviously the same Leaders on top are still playing a dirty game Blaming the people ...come on this is so lame We are not numbers, we actually have a name Tired of...
I'm trying to write about things that interest me....other than killing prostitutes, and today one of my teachers told me that the popular vote from each state determines its electoral vote.
Nights of late, I tell you, I've been having trouble sleeping; we have to shift my servers so that they can keep on leaking through the walls of the establishment, staining brown their white gloss...
#augustwriteaday. #augustwriteaday. She wriggles to the rhythm. Softly moves her feet. Swaying to a rumba. And a bossanova beat. A picture of her boy. Clutched tightly to her chest.
The oldest trick to conquer is divide Behind crass sound bites and scorn you hide Stir up hate and watch them turn On each other, their cities burn.
im sick of the tv trying to steal me selling me what i should be on their plasma hdtv crystal sharp screens vibrant colors enticing the docile in to a trance go the sheep politicians trying to...
Panic in Tehran Mahmoud's mongrels’ anger fanned by opposition outraged calls of cheat charade and blatant fraud Swarms of busiji wielding batons beat supporters of reform stun grenades...
Dear Prime Minister I've decided to write you a letter. Not in hope that things will eventually get better. But just to vent, about how you've taxed my breakfast and raised my rent.
Well I’m calling out through this ice age The system is making our hearts cry And the call in me to not put up with it Is one I’d be a fool to deny Cos the world is all lost The poor are being...
This is your country, love it or leave it; Beat the shit out of anybody who criticises it.