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Author: Twack
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-02-07 - Updated: 01-02-07 - Complete - id:2298487

Time after time we choose
Who’s to win and who’s to lose
A donkey or an Elephant
How much of this is relevant?

It’s time to change
Rip it up and rearrange
Pull it apart and tear it down
Let’s make these right wingers frown

But who am I to say this?
To stand up and take a piss
On this country you call home
And set fire to your religious tome

I’m just a kid who grew up to fast
Tryin’ hard not to live in the past
Justice is my biggest passion
With your ideals I might be clashin’

If that’s a problem, it’s not mine
Cuz’ you’ll understand in time
Not to believe everything you’re told
Before you buy all that the media has sold

Look at lady justice; stare her in the eye
Like medusas glare it makes you want to die
A raciest blade, and offset scale
Held up by arms now frail

This imbalance of power
Makes the little cower
I can’t stand your hegemony anymore
Disestablishment is what I stand for

Corruption is all I hear
Your domination is all I fear
Anarchy is what wee need
To our rebellious fist you will heed

Upon a flag I now stand
Rage filled, I raise my hand
Demanding justice in this mess
Until that time feast upon this unrest!



© Copyright 2007 Twack (FictionPress ID:544946).


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