Heal Me, You’re Sick
Lady Liberty ripped the chains from her feet,
And from the pedestal, she ran like hell.
Torch in the air, looking back in terror
The water rusted her dying body.
The flag jumped off it’s pole
And like a carpet, it flew away.
It could not take the spit on its stars
That erupted from your lips.
Freedom counts for nothing
But illusion.
Love counts for nothing
But deception.
Side by side, in an alley, we spew the contents of our hearts—
Compassion for me, and hate for you.
Look what you’ve done to this country; we’re militaristic drones,
Either screaming at the enemy on our television screens,
Or heading off to war.
Like that town on fire, I’m dreaming of rain.
Our ancestors might have been violent, but they knew when to revolt.
When thousands die, while millions stay stagnant, that’s the fucking time.
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All I want to know is who is "you"? 'Cause you really don't state that, which makes the piece lack.
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Very Interesting
I applaud your disturbing piece on what is the sad truth in today's culture. I wish you the best of luck! -
Do do really think that freedom counts for nothing?
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oh, wait... I get what you're saying.
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