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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Looking down upon the deed I find The questions circling in my mind Was there some choice I overlooked? Some option hid or worse forsook? My brothers now behind me stand, and we proclaim a merry band! Yet it’s the blood-soaked ground behind That seems to fill my heavy mind. We sought to change the status quo Human nature was our foe But you fought back as best you could And never questioned if you should I know through which eyes you saw Hid behind bastions of law We tried through politics first of course Yet through trickery no recourse You knew how the game was played And for overconfidence you stayed Demanding stays and motions served Ignoring laments you claimed absurd And so we tried to explain your quirk To people indentured forced to work To pay off debts taken in desperate need Unable to know all was your deed With numbers, charts and program code To show them you had made their load But too complex it failed to stick Their worker’s minds were still too thick And worse, far worse we found You’d made your problem common ground You funneled debt into bad loans And hid your lies in people’s homes Thus making the cost of your demise The loss of a nation’s people most prized The middle class, their homes in hock The value fake, their lives in shock If you went down you had made sure Their fortunes would follow, a poison cure And so you forced a government To break it’s sacred sacrament And here we are, smoke all around And blood, sticky blood, upon the ground And although inside I hold a sob I cannot quit this awful job I lift my gun, a heavy weight To free our children from our fate
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