political poetry
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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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Hello Brothers Hello Sisters Hello Comrades Words with meaning uttered without thought Thoughts without words resembling nought What is a Brother? What is a Sister? What is a Comrade? When we say brother does it have meaning Or do we say it without feeling? When we say sister does it have meaning Or do we…
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The righteous riot when we have nothing left The righteous riot because property is theft The righteous riot give us our daily bread The righteous riot because we end up dead The righteous riot rulers never listen The righteous riot unlawfully in prison The righteous riot for the oppressed The righteous riot society depressed The…
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On benefits struggling to pay bills We stand with you! Single mother working two jobs We stand with you! Grieving over the austerity kills We stand with you! Victim of the callous cuts We stand with you! Home made cell We stand with you! Freezing to death We stand with you! Empty cupboards We stand…




