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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ....more crap rap.... This world is changing, Rearranging People don't seem to care Maybe they just Don't dare Leaders just bottom feeders The bad seeders Thinking they know what's best We the people, are the rest. We foot the bill And have had our fill. You want to start a war And what's more We the people are the ones you send into fight Ain't right. You just sit in that chair Don't care We go and die, Our families cry We are no longer free That's how it really be. Can't you see No body speaks true Afraid your gonna sue Tax us till we have nothing to give This is how we're expected to live Freedom is gone, it's no longer here I'm starting to have some rising fear Unarming us, taking our rights ,a little more each time. This makes for a scary sounding little rhythm Taking peoples God out of their school Now that just ain't cool Fool And we are too late It now becomes our fate. Everyone loosing their vocation No need for a vacation Vaccines , here maybe you'll grow a tail Maybe that didn't go over so well Too many survive Too many left alive All that jive You could do better than that As your egos grow fat Your words of hate, Maybe this time they seal our fate Too many people to feed . With war, the population they get too weed We the people, fit the bill That is the political will The weak they purge And a new world appears out of the old Lives sold For the better of one and all We the people , we have to fall This is what I see This is how it really be. No one's no longer free
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