The Bureaucracy
Sticky fingers.
Greedy minds.
Take what they want.
Leave nothing as mine.
Take the tv.
Label my music
Tell me what's explicit.
Tell people they're crazy.
Take my money
Pay for bullets
Run from them
Feel those bullets
Enemy Combatant
Collateral damage
Death Penalty
Is this justice?
Control transportation
Control the TV.
Control my freedom
Control the Drones
They are growing
They are stronger
Technology feeds the beast
As its powers consume us
Homeland Insecurity.
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