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  • Political

    war

    freedom doesnt always mean free,
    when the people govern with power,
    it causes the people to die around me,
    every day and every single hour,

    taking whats not yours to take,
    from the poor and defenseless,
    the things you tell us are fake,
    throwing us away like a pawn in chess,

    why is it the rich send the poor,
    but dont ever send the filthy rich,
    afraid of the death disease and war,
    but not afraid to throw us in the ditch,

    you say its for our protection,
    but i know its for oil and richs,
    adding to you richly colection,
    just leave me to die in these ditchs,

    so when your sleeping in your silk,
    and im sleeping in the desert sand,
    im drinking tainted water and you fresh milk,
    can you really say im dying for my land?

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    LostProphet’s Poems (14)

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