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Look at me with my headphones on trying to drown out the sounds that affect my zone. Turn them down and I have found what upsets my dome, A bunch of bombs, bullies, and bullets that infect my home. So I blast and blare bass to protect my bones Otherwise my eyes are raped by a place unknown... I tend to cry because I try for a safe far gone Amazing grace has been replaced by some Rights turned wrong... The music plays in the background yet The "Powers" say it's not the day for a background check The NRA is just a way to save the fat round checks From many men our minute men cannot take down yet... Next!!! Let's take a tour of when worst comes daily The brutal bombing in Boston, barbaric butchers of babies, Now maybe, I'm just a fool thinking peace could save me, But we Americans are dying and what has "US" done lately? 90 percent want no sales without permission and this was not just intuition not even based on prediction... More like, recent conditions that have gotten tons of mention thanks to cruelest of intentions disregarded due to wishes, of gold... But who holds the voice of reason for a free brain, Owned by greedy men who want the world on a key chain? To be plain, all I hoped for is that the Government would be sane, But they're intent on getting rich by people becoming grease stains... So I just listen to my music, try my best not to lose it, in what I have found confusing in the people who are ruling... And I keep my headphones turned up... When I make hand phones that which my pinkies and thumbs touch.. I can only find logic with my headphones up...

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Date: 5/17/2013 10:42:00 AM
Strong voice in this narrative poem... good write !!
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