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society wouldn't let me go to school
wouldn't medicate me when i was seriously ill
society punished me for having a breakdown
after 3 of my friends were murdered,
and my grandma became paralyzed
and my grandpa was in a coma
society wouldn't employ me
society allows me to live off of 200 dollars a month
society made me homeless
and i was made to beg for a free meal in the homeless shelter
society didn't care about the environmental health of my village
society wouldn't even investigate when i told them my own house was a chop shop
society sent me to a mental institute time and time again to cover their lies
society turned my names into songs, a metaphor for genocide
society has forced me into survival mode where they reap the benefit
of me turning negatives into positives
society plajerises me
society didn't care when i was almost murdered
society didnt care when i told them i had been raped
the sound of societies laughter inspires me to hate
society lies about everything
i should be insanely rich
society disgusts me as they feast on flesh
and i get the scraps
society should realise i am a genius and could have done something with my life
and i tried anyway
society should appologise for what they did
but i know it's too late
society you deserve to cry for allowing your torture victoms of your war
live in this way
society drove my parents away from me when i was a child
i'm not sure how society sleeps at night
they probably need some heavy sedatives
society can't relate to me
not like they try anyway
this is just a short list of all the reasons you have given me to die
and i try to kill myself at least once a year
either on my birthday
or christmas which society doesn't let me celebrate
Since the genesis of this nation young patriots have borne the brunt of war.
To ensure the preservation of our freedoms, they've heard the cannons' roar!
Politicians send them to battle claiming 'tis in the best interests of the nation,
But, when the conflicts cease, the way some are treated is an abomination!
Many vets fight other battles when they return to the shores of this nation.
They are spat upon, called 'baby killers' and suffer many another humiliation!
Many agonized from the effects of 'agent orange' and fought to set that aright.
A reluctant bureaucracy agreed there was a problem and finally eased their plight!
Alas, too many forgotten heroes are homeless and dwell wherever they can,
Yet the government seems to provide ample succor for the illegal alien!
The powers that be finally realized there is a problem with post battle stress.
After years of debate they avowed, "Maybe it's a matter that we should address!"
Others have been carried from the battlefield wounded in body and soul.
So very much we owe these brave men and women who've played their role!
Are we minding Lincoln's pledge to those who've borne the din of strife,
To care for him, his affairs, his orphan and his bereaving wife?
I have a message for all politicians that is very loud and clear!
Why is our blood and treasure always at the tip of the spear!
If you don't want to care for our vets, then don't make any more!
Stop policing the world and keep our youngsters out of war!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
L iving
I n
F ear
E verywhere
Just as we live and just as we die
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves
We are the players
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise
Of war, famine and greed
We do rise
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills
And continue to improve the technology, the precision
The assurance of absolute destruction
Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier
Survival
The career choice of many
A thriving business with prestige and power
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush
So young, so fragile
Blood is running in the streets
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth
Falling, one after the other
So far from the truth
S hocked
A ngry
D epressed
What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ?
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves
Stealing each others dreams
Each others families
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ?
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival
G ive
U s
N o
S anity
All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere
Eric (and sometimes not)
"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave"
my land lord, her play games
she play, nick knack ,on brain
with a nick knack pad a whack
give a tenet a deadly water drinking break
she play at putting me in my fresh dugged out grave
hook::so don't drink the water
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because there's no one who will give a care
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink !!!
so this old fear, and this brain
can't believe how mush this is in sane
with a shower head, that can leave you as good as dead
this is something so bad it leave white power on your head
hook::so don't drink the water
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because there's no one who will give a care
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink !!!
no old dog, will sniff at me
he start pawing at his nose so very painfully
with a howl, and a pain fill yep
Now You See This The End of ME!
hook::so don't drink the water
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because there's no one who will give a care
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink !!!
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AKA::lyricvixen
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