December 2, 2009
Hate and love once collide and results in genocide,
A man behind untouched glass
A question that all have asked
Why do men hide behind the masks
Politics becoming a game
Pointed fingers all to blame
Sitting behind an old oak desk
The president sends men to rest
Never harmed not a single hair
Yet he harms so many and doesn’t care
Politics today run by men who lie
Men who hide while people die
People dying every day
They sit in chairs and happy and gay
Smiles on their wicked faces
Soldiers tying bloody laces
a world so scary so very corrupt
Needs a group to interrupt
To stop the world in its tracks
To purify ones conscience and bring us back
To a time when the world was intact

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