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H ands that would feed wield bayonets, Y es men vote nuclear without consequence, P oliticians feed off the class divide; O n the backs of broken babes they ride.
You wouldn't think A simple thought like hate As ridiculous as it seems Could convince a person A judgement biased by claim No evidence Or sanity for that matter Yet it still sustains Even as...
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I grew a conscience and developed a habit. Confusion breeds paranoia arguing with the rabbits. Breeding with self when they can't get it. Expanding societies with too many cracks to fix.
Inspired by @peacekeeper piece titled "Media" Who's real and what's fake. Who's to blame for mans fate. Are you aware it's not too late. Believing in a world free from hate.
#household. Trapped within society,. Politics and monetary,. Government conspiracy,. Blind your eyes so you can't see,. Trapped within the hierarchy,. Monarchs, royals, blue blood tree,.
America is a nation that I feel, with great sadness, that has never ascended to the level of greatness it has convinced itself it is made of.
Have you heard. You're part of a herd, You don't see it that way, coz there's money involved, And anyway it's not called a herd, It's a team.
Nothing really fazes me But now I'm feeling crazy With more than enough ways to go Contemplating the ones I don't yet know Waiting for the show to come to an end The t.v.
With parents who have deep rooted problems of their own Or an addiction so strong it ceases all nurturing instincts It's the children who suffer When the adults don't know how they will put food on...
Wanted to be free they wouldn't let it be. They wanted you to sneeze so they made the disease. Wanted to fly high so my wings they clip and pry. They wanted thugs so they made drugs.
I am silenced by the gutless, in their towers of ivory and gold, muted into violence, as all of my cards they hold. Bastardised by a label, I am England's forgotten son.