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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tomorrow came a day too late Held fast beneath a Tyrant's hand Who lied in Corporate "Double Speak" With blooded swords and lightening bolts In languages forgotten Long before the thunder died And mushroom clouds filled up the sky. Look down to Middle Mountain Keep; The inner city walls are breached beyond repair The sounds once heard were always those of commerce The energy of congress The joy of profits golden and secure... But nothing grows here anymore; Nothing lives here anymore. Behold a fortressed, fallen dream Raining greed from bone bleached hands From barren fields of dying farms And clouds of death from poisoned lands... Rejected psalms denied by despots and jesters Wielding Power like a Scythe... But taxes on their glory gather manifest One hundred thousand fold or so last count; And the Middle bears the weight alone The weight of fraud...the filth of doubt. Bound up, no doubt in tasseled ribbon braids of conquest Surrounded by Ammendments and inalienable rights Tossed like garbage in their wake...straight in our face. Reminiscent of Ozmandius - royalty's forgotten names... Musty, shallow birthright claims of grasping need Of this part of the world -- or that part of the world; Might is right and all must march To whatever tunes they care to play.... And the Middle sings their songs alone. Too big to fail...too big to go.. A cancer dressed in silk and lace Worship Corporate blessing on the few A new religion risen bright and new. So, pay your blue blood Rites of Passage Flightless birds, reminiscent of the DoDo, And grab yesterday's last offered chance... While you blindly walk on traceless feet Straight into Sorrow's Lance... And the Middle bleeds alone.....
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