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Fists are picking out their targets
And only brains can stop them.
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You've become an icon with your sordid little lies. Being the eptiome of the thing you solemnly despise.
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I'm so tired of people As they rush to be alight,
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Tea swills down the drain Too sugary. It burned my mouth
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synchronicity: one in motion, one at peace
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They decide when you're denied, increasing the divide.
Don't hide when they've lied; show them you've defied
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Si-Fi-freaky
meets reality.
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This land is your land
This land is my land
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Miss Inadverta was never quite clear, On what was acceptable,
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As I lay to rest on the borders of this world my mind seeks to destroy and despise
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Come into clear Come into the breath of the dawn
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Swept up.
History won't record us, but we feel
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The sweet saccharine of the citrus
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Soldiers: throw away your guns; Throw them for the sea to devour.
by Trystan
23 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 22 3:22 PM. In War, Life, Political, Humanity, Angry, Anger, Angst, Other, Hope, Society, Death
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his eyes close slowly... blood spruts from all over his body,
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More than 1,000 men, sometimes women
forced to clandestine detention centres.
by anaisnais
84 lines, 6 comments,
on Mar 20 3:36 AM. In poetry, writing, pain, war, Putin, Chechen, Chechnya, sad, society, abuse, political
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Billions and trillions in mad money.
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I wrote this in response to our first elected black president
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No more blood upon the shamrock. No more gore upon the street.
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Vets and some wealthy who earned honestly.
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Forget the majority and its lies
As it screams loudly “Let the children die!”
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For the homeless out there Whose situation is not of their own doing,
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As I stare out my window The cold air blows through,
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The donkey and the elephant will never be good friends.
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africa is burning; the hot sun has left the bare earth dry --
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I am darkness I am the fright,
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A new life has begun In the hollows of evil,
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You need quantitative easing just to combat fiscal squeezing
When your interest rates are lower than the floor
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Slaves to our Doctrine, we comply heads bowed
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Unemployed wait in line to file claims in crowded room,
as the phone leave dissertations in English and Spanish
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Zero sat still with the anti-dollar
in his scarred palms
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Frigid syllables fell like freezing rain to the frozen tundra of the National Mall.
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Upon the crest of hope we ride braving deeps and storm,
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I like my coffee same as my president, Black
Add a little cream and name him Barack
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W's gone, thank God, at last Election's over, boy was it fast
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This is a day to be celebrated. Barack Obama is being inaugurated.
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Words resonate in my head; I can’t seem to shake ‘em Free at last, Free at last! My mother’s exclamating
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Words resonate in my head; I can’t seem to shake ‘em Free at last, Free at last! My mother’s exclamating
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