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Selfish society
written by Genocide Reaper08:29 PM 3/29/05It was inevitable you see.
For this country to go into disarray.
Our once proud flag said, don't tread on me.
The hatred for oppression, this country once beheld.
high with its pride, we swore.
We would never fail.
Now today, in this day and age, in a sick superficial society.
We are the oppression.
Alas, how the past comes to bite you on the ass.
Alas, there is no place for the freedom seekers to flee this time around.
The only hope would be a revolution, so it appears.
But if that did happen.
They would kill us all, even our peers.
We would be called terrorist and made out as the enemy.
Not individuals sick of unfair society.
They would vilify us.
Drop the bomb on us.
Bend our will, and fuck us.
One great hypocrisy.
Fucking with us all day to day, yes, even you, and me.
Pushing and pulling us in so many different directions, we don't know.
What it is we see.
They fill the media with malcontent.
They defile our rights, and label us useless unless dead.
We're worth more killing then surviving.
Our state of progression is desolation.
Mass consumption, and malpractice.
Foolish destruction.
Equivalence for taking is giving, and giving is taking, creating, yes, is, raping.
Seems like everyone but me has missed out on daily happenings.
Centuries, of malice, and greed.
Our pockets have become the politics feed.
Their souls have a price.
And they wish to label ours, just alike.
If they can profit from our pain, and poverty.
They will, you'll see it happen, without fail.
That's the truth, in this selfish society.
This is, no lie, I tell. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Old America, was don't tread on me.
New America is the next Roman Empire.
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