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I Am Dead To You
I am Dead to You by, Martin Braun 6/5/2020 You raise your hand for unity, and curse those who don’t go your way. You shout all kinds of profanity, and throw stones and curse the day. You cry out for the injustices done, and run from the cops that you betray. You curse the world for its disparity while burning down the stores owned by your dad and mom away. "You are dead to me!" "You are dead to me!" You cry out to the world that you burn. "You are dead to me!" "You are dead to me!" My sons and daughters, in school, what have you learned? You wear masks of black to hide your identity And pride yourself on the courage of your shame. You carry flags from hostile foreign countries your fathers died to defeat so tyranny won’t remain. You are paid and taught by foreign entities Who curse this country for its prosperity and its fame. You curse their curse and curse your friends claiming nothing can and never will be the same. "You are dead to me!" "You are dead to me!" You cry out to the world that you burn. "You are dead to me!" "You are dead to me!" My sons and daughters, in school, what have you learned? "Nothing... I learned, nothing," is your response.
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