Hooligans
Armed to kill with their guns and batons,
How can we defend ourselves against them,
Hooligans in uniforms with weapons,
Police preaching peace and protection,
Yet proving themselves a constant contradiction,
As they beat up defenseless innocence,
And are feared by the mayority of the nation.
Who protects the people from the police?
Why are violent thugs given authority?
We give them the power, we let them be,
Turn a blind eye when your friend leaves the cells,
Battered, bruised, black and blue,
No questioning the law, too scared to sue,
There would be less danger on the streets,
If we unarmed the police,
If we took back our own authority, of our lives,
Realise that its our choice,
To continue believing the hype,
Why should we live in fear and lose our independence?
I refuse to abide when I dont agree,
I refuse to conform,
How can it be a crime to disobey,
This means that we are slaves?
Freewill is inexistent nowadays,
I wouldnt want to bring a child to this world,
Where infants are anulled to become consumers,
Slaves who keep the cog turning...
Its sad, but we are born into a prison.
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Rebecca Mcmanus
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