THE GOLDEN PIG
They claim to have brought us out of Egypt
But never have I tasted the fruits of thy promised land
Was it really necessary for a democratic plan?
Or they just still experimenting on me?
Freedom cry has not fulfilled my expectations
But at least it's a weapon they fear in the streets
I wonder men who brought us independence,
Forever remain our only celebrated heroes.
So sad they even own jewelry stores,
Knowing that I'm their only mine
Who am I....
surviving_pawn
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