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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You’ve become a wicked ale to swallow I like my brews nice and cold And most of all bitter But you’re too sinister You’re killing our brothers and sisters You’re neglecting our cries We must stutter Or maybe our cries mumble Because you don’t hear us You forgot us Laid us out to dry in the sun just to prune shrivel You’ve managed to make it seem everything is in tune Only to find out it’s only your tune And at the same time You’re conjuring hell’s rising And your bag of tricks Well For one, you mislead You sell misery disguised as glory Across our borders And they eat it up And when they come Chopped meat they become We’re grazing on scraps in the meantime While chasing our next thrill on maps Which you track Instead of watching our back If I could put you in a sleeper hold I would Maybe you’d reset Your credo is Bombs, money, power Or is it Money, bombs, power The American dream died long ago Exhausted by big egos Big pockets, They dropped the eight ball in the side pocket While we weren’t looking Distraction has so much sex appeal They raped us Eyes wide opened And you, America the free, enslaved us with mental chains And never intended on letting us be Creating an orphanage of destitute souls Because his motherland gave her right tit to a chosen few to suckle And when that wasn’t enough to satiate She gave the left And limb by limb we’re torn Rule by fear Divide and conquer What year are we in!! Disgraceful to call home, home When home lends no shelter America, We let her be She, once a virgin Full of promise Full of hope Full of all dreams come true Now a prostitute to bulky business No vaseline She takes it clean as a whistle
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