Poem
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They shout, they scream, they dare not dream,Their voices stolen by the machine.Inequality strikes like a blade,In streets where broken futures fade.A system born from blood and strife,Feasts upon the poorest life.No more escape in lullabies,Mask your pain behind your eyes.Let them eat bullets, we’re out of bread.The dream is dying. Hope lies dead.
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Pass the parcel politics Politicians silly tricks Pass the parcel politics Politicians think we’re thick Pass the parcel politics Politicians in a clique Pass the parcel politics Politicians all bootlick Pass the parcel politics Politicians make me sick Pass the parcel politics Politicians are all dicks!
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I shall rise like the phoenix in my hour of despair The wounded hopeless hero damaged beyond repair Discarded demented awaiting with bated breath My desperate final stand against the darkness I cry out a cry of shame resigned to my fate Swallowed hole by the sound of my own voice Naive in the illusion…






