Poetic Form: Political Verse Inspired: February 29 Image: N/A
(Medley: My Countries 'Tis O Thee) My countries misery creeps and all losers be of thee, I cringe And where our fathers lied and pilgrims took their hide numb every mouth inside ... with the syringe The natives can't be free and nobody can flee my aim right on Guided by box of tricks white hoods all pedophiles shot with their fractured ribs high caliber Sweat oozing felonies corrupt authorities asylums for Their morals run away regret that either take sweatshops where riots break noose round swan song And where our fathers lied and pilgrims took their hide numb every mouth inside ... with the syringe.
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