We are a sad face
To listen to our squeal
We can never erase
Such a psychotic wheel
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They play their stupid games
Each one cruel as another
Doesn’t matter their aims
Just a hypocritical bother.
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I wonder what they imagine
when fear is a constant knock
Across the pond the whine
of wives in superficial frock.
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Is this a nation that truly leads
Or are we only as callous
As the earth we cultivate weeds
That such a freedom is us.
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People die yet they don’t listen
What can they possibly think
A nation that whose only mission
To weigh in such juvenile ink.
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Perhaps in time we cannot allow to forget
The natural pain and angst they beget.
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