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Afired
Heck, you asked for it The base in a vortex locked Crumbling with the torrid shock Of maligned money Bonding the world in duress Spewing for policy cess Who fooled you to vote For shrivelling tax and more Crime and crumbling of the store The sinister laugh Like golf balls beat my temple Mubarak for example The Arab spring parked At wall street, and fell asleep I want to hear the fire weep To smell revenge stale Like urine where drunkards leak The magnate's charm for the meek Drugged to forget love The tent cities brimmed with wrath Subsiding in urine's froth. It's a busted world We prize, nothing good is left Except the brave will to die. If I were a church I would be altar on fire Making sacrifice with ire If I were the pew I'd demand a broken chain - Refund of profit and pain Unemployed, prisoned In myopia, dangled From banner star spangled What the hell is grief The blood stains on rag dripping Mothers' hands, clammy, shaking? We have aborted More than birth, nation killers Political platform swillers Swine gruel makers The vultures gather for who No bell tolls ... death has no clue.
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