85661, Militant Posted by WILDOUT, Tue Apr-20-10 09:57 PM
Sparkling empire of poor tyrants Already bankrupt but poised to strike Still poverty never left them, though they sing praises Of your richness dear sirs, and miss Amidst this you find no balance None to grasp in cruel illusion Yet you make do where due is brushed aside like dew from prior nights On workers feet Sour cheeks will heed this warning You taste change, watch the dollar Canada and US exchange rate is on par But if you paid your debts, so much farther For below the gun strap on your belt lies the beast within your pockets Who has far before now chewed the whole that eats your planet Too bad that these games are the keys you seek to find Too bad that these days might show their true color paler than the make up Civilizations built on falsehoods taken up by lives with their life Perhaps freedom is deserved by even them to find Modern Beggars
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