Independent cry


It’s first October again, I’ve neither wits nor word,
neither action nor utterance to stir men’s blood
for I owe no tears to bad leaders today
than the ones I already cry to pay
but my tongue shall never be tie in guiltiness
and I here discard my weakness.
Like dirty swine, is our image
Always bathing but living in the sewage
Politicians making promises of the truest lie
Keeping bait to keep us tie
Political humbug in form of agenda
Advertising their reckless propaganda
They are our bride of peace when they need power from us
And our merchant of death when they receive power from us
I draw my sword against these conspirators
When do you think this word goes down on these corruptors?

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