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Where the Right of Your Fist Ends
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underoath300 PM
kinda lame poem of the freedom of speech.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 77 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-02-06 - id: 2081791
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We've been taught to change…

To conform and stand up for ourselves-

And step on someone else.

To bring them down.

To a watery grave.

Filled in your bathtub

Where we can all be saved.

The right of your fist

(Ends)

Where my fist begins.

Cause you can strike a pose…

But you can't touch my nose.

Your freedom of speech

(Ends)

When the tears begin.

Because you can't take back a black eye.

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