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Rip children from the harness.
Their only love? restart it.
Detain infants, persist, and leave nation parted.
Rallies, lies, chants, marches.
Nazis in our own streets with torches,
candidates who oppress, remorseless!
know what the source is?
It's from ancient pool entombed with the corpses:
Empires, ideas, courses.
push the meager;
The whole verse
Of a people.
Of only those meek and beleaguered
Enough to think that the only need here is
More of less,
"my color's best".
A song you can't hear
Unless you've got ears
Tuned to it; the inference
Of a veneer.
Say you shine much more clear...
Truth is: gaslight seared.
Your brain is botched,
The enemy, watch,
Is the one dividing us,
Enemies of the human race stocked
In the back pocket
Of his little smock.
It's 3 o'clock.
Who could it be?
Surprise, it's a glock!
Guess you never thought
Who you supported would lock
Up a person like you,
you're so similar and taught
The same things,
Raised the same ways
Shoulder to shoulder, same plot
Now your land is wrought.
Your sense of sanity, bruising,
Your vote, your choosing
Is what has you detained
Your remains infusing
With nature's doing!
It's a chorus, evil song
Sirens of lore don't dare long
To sing such a tune, or even hum along;
Leads to war and death comparative to none.
The divisive little wrongs
Misspeaks and oopsie ha’s
Led to the read through
Of people by a bomb.
The world swore
To never, again, touch
Is refilled, distilled, sold by the bunch;
That ancient pool, fool, is now your lunch!
This may not be you, but baby it's us!
The whole world looks in terror and disgust
As the nation
That placed it-
Self as crutch
Knocks itself over and blames the world's touch!
In a flash, in a rush,
History is hushed,
Laughter at equality, love, and trust.
Get your guns.
Literal hell to come, if none is done.
Only comparative to a star in its creation!
Destroy the foundation of all the work that hardened
men today wouldn't know where to have started.
It's remarkable this nation darted
From naught to top,
Now planetary guardian.
Now the warning of the founding fathers resonates;
We're overdue to overtake.
I'm sorry to
Jefferson rolling in his grave!
Washington would've beheaded the speaker!
Adams would be shooting from the podium, eager!
Franklin would deliver a roundhouse
With more force than
All the game he spouts
To the ladies
in the 80’s
from Paris to ya mamma's house!
the fathers are livid now.
To this pollution
We've made in our institutions
Swayed by foreign powers!
Now y'all it's their power hour.
Filling the vacuum with what devours
Whole cycles of life on this bitty tower!
Open, within, a little pearl:
Devastated by what's curled
Up in the hands
Of who's behind the man
That let the world power fall
And be shocked of its sin!
At the drop of a pin