Question Things


Shove me in your box
Call me a terrorist
I'll raise my voice to a shout!
This is what humanity needs
To exist
Lungs scorched with the soot
Of big oil,
Cheeks stained with the tears
Of families to fallen soldiers
Call me a terrorist
Go ahead and do it.
Shove me in that box of yours
I'll kick and scream
Break it open so rainbows
Explode out from it
To melt the faces off congressmen
With corporate money in their pockets

Will they threaten the people as much as your industries have?
Question it.

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