Our four fathers

By Freeman   

Sick of these rich heartless basterds,
Sitting around laughing whilst there's poor people starving,
So many wars going on kids growing up around carnage,
And yet it's usually money that starts it, it's all garbage,
This world's locked in a harness,
And we can't escape cause of our past tense,
So many loved ones lost so much heartache,
How do we ser the light when surrounded by darkness,
Our four fathers, risked their lives so we can start ours,
If it's the calm before the storm what comes afters,
Waiting countless hours, boom there goes twin towers,
And that was just for starters many more attacks came after,
They got no heart, the evil scummy basterds.

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